Purification

I find myself in good hands,
in Spirit's mystery -
among the stars, with my kin,
the Fire to set me free.

I realize it is the End again
and I do not hesitate -
for Death this time is my friend
and fondly we relate.

I come with offerings to lift and heal
the body and the soul -
for flame's purity will reveal
the ways the heart grows old.

I bundle up the griefs to give
and all I hold for you -
then the wounds I self inflict
and images untrue.

I hear the crackle in the blaze
of jealousy, yours and mine -
the sounds of fear, you'd be amazed
their lengthy burning time.

Until last there's only one more thing
to forfeit and to give -
the misguided ways of thinking
that don't allow me to live.