Burn Blue

Little girl, I see you

Still twirling in your dress.

Dancing in the sunlight,

Hot embers on your chest.

Eat the coals and burn your lips

Change the course of time.

Light upon the wings of Grace

And let It’s flames refine.

For slowly, as It licks your wounds

And cauterizes lies

The old, sad self lies itself down

So from the ash, you rise.

Burn hot, burn hard, and burn all night

Until the break of day.

Carry your torch to all you see

To guide them on their way.

For you’ve been called to caverns dark

Where workers are quite few

So take heart in the furnace, Child

And fear not burning blue.