July 4, 2004

• Sitting Beside a Dying Fire

  
  

   

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Sitting beside a dying fire Glowing embers in the night Cooling evening air surrounds A figure huddled in his thoughts   Tranquil is the nearby river Turbulent the inner man Peaceful breeze through yonder trees Might fan the flames inside   However he might try today To cast his troubles far away This untamed and simple place Can only pacify a scornful hunger   Seeking peace in a reclusive nature Contains the trouble like the storm Fury released in a blinding flash Thunderous booming crash   The world goes on its merry way Nature ebbs and flows and seasons Change upon another’s whim Another day fades into night’s obscurity

  But this struggle is woven through him As a dripping cloak he wears indignantly Praising his self-righteous sacrifice Unaware of the burden that he bares   Visions of the shifting stars He cannot see beneath his load The constellations tell his fortune But these wonders he can’t feel   The man stares into the dying fire His features flicker in the flames The fire snaps, “cast off your burden We shall both be free again tonight”   As the cloak falls into flames It carries scars of life’s lost battles Leaving tired eyes to wonder at Dawn emerging through the dewy haze

  
  

   

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