“Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.” George Washington
Musings: Breathing Fire…
In The Heart Of the Fire…
We took refuge from the cold
The flames lifted gently
Then spread like wicked weeds
We reached for faith, hope, and courage
Our conscience said add more
We added prayer and peace…
Then, breathing through the fire
We headed out the door…
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