The flame in kaleidoscopic colours
Stretches to holy heaven and beyond,
And spreads divine light all over the world
With the warmth of peace and contentment;
The heat it brings does dig to deep hell
Of gut wrenching pain and endless grief
To scorch the soul and desiccate its juice,
It freezes life spirit to helpless void.
The fire that gives that flame and heat
Burns from aeons to eternity ahead
In steady pace in cosmic divine hearth,
Oblivious of joy and grief it brings;
The fire is pure; its flame is pure,
The light it gives is eternally pure,
Yet heat emanates from time’s riddles,
It clouds the depth of the timeless fire.
The rise and fall are little plays
The fire endures in its long course
In its response to time and space
To oblige nature and bring balance;
Rise and falls stand head on each other,
As recurring tides, reinforce the other
And bring to the fire rainbow colours,
Yet fire by its self, is sheer joy and peace.
Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-fire-2/
