So say the beloved Christians...through blood and suffering is salvation.
But what of fire...?
Fire is alive- it jumps and moved-dances in the dark.
It devours all it touches...needs air to breath...
How do we feed it...this burning thing, alive?
Deep in the desert you will find my home...It is a rugged place that, paradoxically, brings tranquility and calm...
We do not fear the fire for it bathes our skin-lights our way...We learn to respect it as ruler of the sky...
It is no wonder that we use fire to purge our sorrows...
We set our man -Zozobra- as the great sacrifice...
He carries our sorrows to oblivion...
He carries our worries to the void...
He brings joy and cheer with the burning...
In fire- it dances- and so do we...
1 comment:
Nice entry! Fire is form - I like watching fire, while it purifies my emotions - the "fireotherapy", as I call it.
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