You burn fire red
Against these dire threats
And yet
And yet
You remember to dim the lights
Before the fire gets too bright
To revel in the glory of what’s left
Tap in
Tap in to the grace
The grace of righteousness
But sometimes it’s like clinging to a ledge
Halfway up a waterfall somewhere in a jungle in South America
Marveling at the beauty of the fern frosted by the mist
Of the torrent
Crashing by, terrifyingly
But the sun shines through
Through the eyes of the children in your mind
With the curls of the flame
On the sword of justice
And you pull yourself up
And you pull yourself clear
Worn down and worn through
All cares disappear
You’re there
David Trudel © 2012
