To Be Fulfilled

From deep within the fire sparks

born of tinder to fresh scented

spiritual woodland.

Without sustenance the fire breathes,

for the soul was whispered with life

at creation.

Flames sigh and lick,

inhaling; emitting freedom's breeze

in fiery surge.

Zephyr of exhilaration

and the fire roars,

with dazzling sparks,

dancing the dream.

This fervent force is forever kindled,

for the soul softly murmurs

the eternal joy.

Author notes

2. "What you don't feel, you will not grasp by art,
Unless it wells out of your soul
And with sheer pleasure takes control,
Compelling every listener's heart.
But sit - and sit, and patch and knead,
Cook a ragout, reheat your hashes,
Blow at the sparks and try to breed
A fire out of piles of ashes!
Children and apes may think it great,
If that should titillate your gum,
But from heart to heart you will never create.
If from your heart it does not come."
(from Faust I)

A contest entry

Quotes to Ponder - PIF by CarolDesjarlais. 900 points, ended June 5, 2008, 7 entries
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CarolDesjarlais
June 5, 2008
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beautiful parallel to the quote... nice sounds to sing the poem to... ty so much for entering.