Lord of all winds, of change, of growth
of freezing blast and burning truth;
Lord of all breezes, breaths and flames,
of chances lost and come again;
Lord of the hopeless and the tired,
of life expired and re-inspired;
Lord of all futures lost and broke,
Lord of all dreams gone up in smoke,
Lord of forsaken love and doubt,
Lord of the Flame That Won’t Go out;
Lord, Dearest Lord, of How Things Are;
of all the ways we cannot cope,
of all the hopes we daren’t hope,
now, recognise us from afar.
Breathe through our hearts and souls and minds.
Burn up what’s weak or gross or bored.
Burn up what’s squalid and unkind
and burn in us forever, Lord.
© Lucy Berry 2012
Image: Flames by wwarby
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