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A poem from my collection that speaks about spiritual maturity. |
| THE ONE WHO HOLDS THE FIRE The earth will grow all that is led, Beneath the surface seeds are fed. It's depth of time is unforseen but felt, By those who bring pure offerings. We pray with hope of touching The song you sing. We see the passion that fires The kindling hearth. We feel your heart from the flames Given so freely at birth. Now's the time to find the sign, Woven with desire, Fueling the flames Of the one who holds the fire. |