The fireplace is such a world. <br />You can sit for hours and never soil. <br />There in the flames that leap so strong. <br />Slowly they can play out one's life song. <br />Lost in the blue that caresses the logs. <br />There by an ash, the world that was lost. <br />Over by a twig a flame burns bright. <br />Capturing the thoughts of another night. <br />There by the orange the sun was awoken. <br />A day filled with love and words unspoken. <br />All through the time that it does burn. <br />Heaven is written in the house of the flame. <br />Placing more logs on a fire to light. <br />Making dreams that run through your sight. <br />Plans of tomorrow they will never end. <br />The fireplace is such that it makes people bend. <br />The power is soft, yet just and right. <br />When logs are dry the embers are bright. <br />Sleep usually enters through a gentle window. <br />When the last sparks fly from a dying bellow. <br /> <br />copyright 1975 POEWHIT <br />search: POEWHIT <br /> <br />JESUS SAVES<br /><br />JOE POEWHIT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fireplace-2/
