The smell of burning
leaves me unsettled.
I can feel the fires
of trees, brushes, bridges,
buildings and all lives
falling, cascading in embers.
and I am unsettled,
and I am incited
to go in flight
or stay in fight.
Whether to flee the fire
to a place that is safe,
hoping it all blows
over and I am found unburnt.
Or, if all else fails,
to charge defiantly
into the oncoming, burned
only by my own assurance
there is some place still
beyond the Inferno
with big skies dressed
gleaming in hope and grace
where in, trial freed
and after all, I
am found welcomed
never the less.
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