The fire
I ask
myself,
myself and I,
for forgiveness.
We did not know
that by the fire
there was a place for us.
We knew not
joy.
Nor rest.
Our feet
kept wandering
from crest to crest.
We are here now,
by the fire.
We shed a tear.
Stone by stone,
we've built
a spire.
by Carmen Driscu