Between Restless and Disappearance

October 9, 2015

I wanted to share a poem and some thoughts based on one of my paintings of the same name.



Restless fire

Filled with sparks that

Dance their passionate, momentary existence

Upwards against the dark sky.


Slowly the magic fades

Leaving paper-thin ash

To fall wistfully

Resting on me

Until a night breeze

Leads it into disappearance.


We all have soul-fires, with the potency of magic moments while on planet earth. We are fading and will someday be forgotten and no more.  But what will you do with your passionate, momentary existence? And do you realize it is a something that you did not create yourself but it is a gift which has been given to you? How will you steward the gifts and respond to the invitation extended by the Gift Giver?

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