THE FIRE OF GRACE

The Fire of Grace
The fire of Grace is to die in love's embrace, 
burn in hell's furnace
as the blade cuts away
all that hides the Beloved’s True Face

A heart that fears breaking remains a fragile shell
Divine love's blessings, amazing and terrible
Love cooks the soul in hell's sacred fire
Hides in deep waters where mystics aspire

Divine Love is first worn as a golden crown
But through Grace filters down,
Its voice washing through you, the primordial sound
Open to it or in its depths be drowned

Love is the road, and all roads lead to Rome 
Where, grounding, love's knife at last comes home.
The razor cuts through the lover's heart of stone
As you breathe the Universal word, Om

Lotuses flower in the heart's darkest mire
On broken Wings souls soar ever higher
Divine essence must burn In Grace's fire
The sacred heart forged on love's funeral pyre

In the Fire of Grace, only love stands a chance
In the fire of grace wildly dance
Blindly whirl in the mystic's trance
Out of the chaos, balance is enhanced

Let the fire of grace through you swirl
souls spinning round like dervishes twirl
Cast love like petals from your skirts as you whirl
That love may fly free on wings impearled

Surrender your heart to the Fire of Grace
surrender your mind to love's fierce embrace. 
Release, let go, lose every trace 
of all that conceals the Beloved's True Face.