You, there–
the one looking back from life's second half–
What is it you see?
What is it you know?
What is it you understand?

You have walked through transformational fire,
and it has melted from your eyes
the clouded lenses
that keep me from seeing
the real, the necessary.

Can I choose to step into those flames?
Or must the flames find me?
Is this a fire I can kindle?
Or is it a fire lit only by heaven?

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.