the gift

a providential gift

from the womb 

of this universe

created 

with the finest things

the waterfalls

stardust

lilies

rainbow

butterflies

first drops of rain

scent of wet earth

the whitest white 

of the glaciers

and the quiesce

of melting ice

velvet black 
of a night 
filled with longing

fire of the sun

and the touch 

of a soothing 
summer's evening 
breeze

you

draped

encased

embossed

contours

on the

silver moon

burn

i

know not much

of anything

little that i know

i know this

a fire 

burns

true

truer 

than 

the sum total

of anything

the only thing

that a fire knows

is to burn

and me

i know not much

of anything

so

i sit

by a flame

and decide

to do

as the fire 

does

and learn

to burn

complete

and 

true