Thursday, October 16, 2014
Melted in that Fire--poem by Dorothy
Melted in that fire
I am willing to be melted in that fire.
To be singed into a vapor of joy,
to be shaped into a thing
that floats like a rainbow
over the wavering lakes and hills below.
Clouds for my companions,
sun’s rays for my food.
My heart a transparent
blossoming of love.
Dorothy Walters
February 17, 2011
