Bleaching brown,
Adoring the pain,
Ball of hell’s fire
Blitzes with life-giving rays;
Blinding light kindles,
Too bright for sight
But right for life.
Roasting, toasting,
Prickles of dry heat producing
An outpouring from pores, dripping sap,
Till marinated, cooked, we are consumed.
Heat zaps any sign of movement
Yet inward energy renews
Fed by inertia and Vitamin D.
Just be,
In the glorious light.
Bask in the warmth
Of the eternal certainty.
While we are here, so will the sun shine.
Shaded by cloud, masked by rain,
But together, we will consume and be
Consumed.
Kittie Carr
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