Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Poem for Lizel

The winged- spirit leads you to the fire
Whispers in your ear while she fans it.
Scorches away the warts and illusion
T’is the same angel holding out her hand
Balm of Gilead
Guides me through the furnace and ash
To the cool calm of daybreak

Again and again



For Lizel Stephen

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