Rings of Fire

I passed through three rings of fire and became fire became myself in the blowing of a hot wind that burned away almost everything I was made of.

Through the first of the three I flew
so quickly that just the hairs on my body singed away and I emerged bare, surrendered and shed of my power.

Through the second of the three I ran
but not so fast that the skin blistered and peeled off my body
and I emerged, my tissues seared and freed of the painfulness of human contact.

Through the third of the three I walked so slowly that my flesh cooked and fell from bone and I emerged my skeleton clean and white and completely freed of the burden of life and of loving.

And then old Grandmother Fire lovingly gathered these bones of my disapointment to render them into what was intended at last to be a broth of tears and succor to soothe other suffering hearts.

Louise Dery-Wells

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Louise Dery-Wells

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