oh Jerome...
There are four fires of our dreaming.
The lush fire of our land's renewal.
The war fire of good men killing.
The soul fire of a different god.
The fires of a consuming love.
They are the bitter/sweet
chalice from which we
all drink and which
in turn, makes us
what we are.
These
FIRES
of
the
white fella's dreaming.
Actually, I didn't think this piece would turn out exactly like the way my dad wrote it. He cleverly jotted it down on a little piece of note pad paper in the shape of a chalice. This piece is not his own but he did find it one day in a book he was reading and didn't hesitate to pass it on to me. One of his many life lessons through literature. We still have yet to find the writer.