THE FIRE
It’s cold, you know, outside the fire.
Cold and empty and alone.
And something else,
that is not life at all.
In the fire the tempest rages hot.
It screams and boils and cooks—
burning and burning to death the one
that you only thought you were,
making ashes of that old and worn creation
making room for the new one
that you and the others need
so you can live.
Listen to this!
For this is Life!
here in this fire.
So Live!
There's no other place.
