Volcano

Old fire mountain, thou art so peaceful now,
benevolent and patient, while waiting for
the monsoon breezes' whispered promise
of silken-feathered choirs, entranced
by incense from a million orchids...

I must attempt to, graciously, like thee,
contain the fire still burning deep within,
and let old passion's glowing lava cool
to brightly-shining, multi-colored crystals
of powerful medicine: poetry...

To show my searching soul God's ways
to kindly clear some troubled minds,
or heal some hurting, lonely hearts,
before my ashes must return,
like thine, to sea...

by Willem VanVoorthuysen

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