Fuel for the Flame

Every dead fallen twig is thrown in,

every bellow blows,

every hand chips in,

and the flame grows a never ending blaze,

that flame never burns a living soul,

spirits living God rest their souls,

human remains standing inside the flame,

a spark fly’s out and ignites across the land,

words are read and lived by,

apple seeds spent time inside,

the fruit where words are formed,

into loving the bloom,

words gather capturing hearts,

and the flame grows wilder.

Pink Lady apple seedlings

Pink Lady apple seedlings

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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