DONE

Her words escaped like steam rushing out of a boiling cauldron they hit their mark, scalded and burned one she claims to love. She bent her knees, begged forgiveness kissed the wounds, called back her words – “I did not mean them,” she said. yet even though she was forgiven and everything seemed all fine

FIRE

  Cold nights bring the warmth of golds and reds, feast for the eyes beware fire devours.

REFINER’S FIRE

Fire,  fire,  Refiner’s Fire burn to ashes all  our desires set us free from our passion’s spell ignite in our hearts the Master’s will. In this crucible that is our lives let us go through unscathed as dregs are sifted from our souls that we may shine like the purest gold. ~~~~ This was written