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 golds
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.
This God of Love.
M.Miller
What passion do you find burning in your soul?
A Joy not to be contained?
As we approach a new year soon, I am beginning a mental review of the past year and also the coming year. What passion do I want to include in 2026.
Sending love,
Marilyn
2 comments:
Oh Marilyn, you are truly a lovely and eloquent poet. This one really resonates with me. I'll have to think about my passion but it may well involve England.
What a beautiful poem you have written, Marilyn. Very special, indeed. I've always been a passionate person, so I can relate to this poem very much.
Have a merry and bright week.
~Sheri
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