Hold your body to the flame —
you will phoenix-rise again,
this is nothing you can name —
these are your essences made plain

The burning bush is not consumed,
the burning life is fueled by learning,
steady down the steps of days
to your eternity returning

Set your sight on what you are,
glimpsed beneath your deepest hope —
the guiding lights you see afar
are nearer than you’re told

Hold your body to the flame
of all that lights and fuels your being —
this will now define your days,
becoming all you’re seeing.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2019