Monday, February 14, 2011

My Woodburning Stove



 The fire crackles, it pops--
The world comes alive.
My spirit it rouses
And I feel I can thrive.
The music is mellow.
My mind takes it in.
No tension here.
I forget my past sins.
Peace is my ali.
I have a right to feel good.
Flashing fiery colors
Tell me I should.
I should know the joys
And the wonders I fear.
No worries now.
No guilt is here.
The fire, it flickers.
I gaze and I gaze.
I feel a world opening--
And I am amazed!
Pleasure and love
And laughter and good...
And all this because of
My warm burning wood.

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