Who was that One
walking with you among the scarlet coals
whose looks cooled the deadly heat?
And as you walked away
you did not even shake
the ashes from your feet
nor did the fumes cling
to the flax of your garment.
What did that bright One say to you
within the fiery chamber
that you could walk forth
with such a splendor in your eyes,
as if you were instead upon a mountaintop
—or lying in green pastures
with clouds dropping cups of coolness
upon your face,
as if you never feared
where you were? Or, is it
rather that you
knew where you really were?
Did the Son of God reveal to you
your being so at one with Life, so
grounded
upon strong Spirit-soaring
thoughts as you walked
that now you can go forth
untouched by flames? Free!
And now you know
there is nothing to singe, or burn
or consume in you because in truth
you never passed through
any fiery trial.
Nor do I.
