Passion
A glimmer only do I see
A spark takes hold and begins to shine.
Only a spark at first.
It grows
It ignites
It envelops
and consumes.
The fire has been created
and soon it dances with exuberance.
It is said a fire becomes
the color of the heart.
Yes, reds and gold
and heat do sing in my chest.
In this my singing heart
I find passion.
Passion is of the heart
A Joy not to be contained
a fire burns there
I know it does
I will dance and embrace this heart full of Passion,
this heart of God.
~m.miller
7 comments:
Marilyn! This is absolutely beautiful! I love your way with words!
Beautiful :)
Lovely poem...
And lovely photo...
Tessa~
A beautiful poem, beautifully illustrated and indeed--spoken from the heart. May your passion never wane.
Beautiful words that expresses a creative, passionate heart for God's world.
Such a lovely poem and the coleus leaves, petunias, and geraniums are the prefect plants to illustrate your words.
Beautiful!
Mary X
This is wonderful, Marilyn... Love the last lines especially... "I will dance and embrace this heart full of Passion, this heart of God"... I find much of myself in what you right here too, of finding the heart alive to life & wanting to live full, richly. :o) Happy Day ((HUGS))
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