Burn on
My flame my light
In deepest dark burn on
Hidden in the secret place
Where no one treads or sees
Burn on though all is lost
I search for you
I yearn for you
Though swallowed up
By darkest holes
Burn on
Take me back to your shining
Oh take me back
Singe my heart
My dying heart
And bring me back to life
Burn now pure flame
Burn on
Through loss and grief
And body’s pain
And guide me through the dark
This sounds to me like a fine prayer to pray.
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Thanks Whipporwill 😊
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The fire is always burning, I felt this! Thank you!
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Thank YOU Kevin. Yes, it always is, and wilk never go out.
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your poem has such sweet consonance
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Thankyou so much. That is a lovely thing to say Gina. Thankyou so much for stopping by.
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Heck yes!
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absolutely my pleasure reading your lines.
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Thankyou 😊
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This is so beautiful. There is always hope. It only takes a spark to keep a fire going.
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Very beautiful.loved it.
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Thankyou so much 😊
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I agree, this does read like a powerful prayer.
Stephen
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