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Writer's pictureStephen Maloney

Fires

Fires come and fires go, Some from heaven, some below, Wreaking havoc as they burn, Or saving souls from depths forlorn. Instrument of god of choice, To whom you’ve wed for better or worse. Eternal dimension as a course, Gnash with wailing or rejoice. A pawn of action in his hand, To scorch or cleanse the forest land. Measure of trial from the one, Whose heart he owns as daughter or son, Who are burned up or consumed, A willful, waiting, choice of two. Flames from heaven or below, Preference of the lord you know, To fill his purpose and design, One is devilish and One Divine.

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