As were they

they burn madly
before glowing and then fading—
never let them fade far from me!

Fires come, souls go
sparks caught up light in the wind,
dancing so…

Have you ever met someone so filled with spirituality that they seemed on fire? They seem, somehow, light, as if the physical gravity is fighting against the spiritual lift to take them away.

Or have you ever lost someone who was deeply spiritual and close to you? They seem to slip through your fingers, even as you yearn to hold on to them because you need them so badly and love them so dearly.

Thank you for reading As were they. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.


© 2012 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2012 by John Etheridge,

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