I came to You
thirsting for Fire
desperate for my anxious thoughts to all be burned away
I stepped into a ring of giant pyres
searing coals dropped on my head
The flames licked my hair and journeyed down to my shoulders
down my arms and robe
They burst in sparks! A roar!
Heat echoed out in a thunderclap


But a different sound begins to dominate
as the angry one subsides
And it’s quiet trickling
a gentle rushing
sweet water pouring down my face
caressing all my red scars
whispers softly
“All is well and good”
“You are always safe here”