The fire must burn

Circular the building and the fire
A ring of stones wherein the fire was set
An eye hole high for smoke, a height for gyre

The wind might whistle. might bring chill, bleak, dire
The fire burned hot and red, the cats there sat
Circular the building and the fire

Warm when hunters came in from the mire
Meat  was roasted ,everyone ate that
An eye-hole  for  the smoke, a height for gyre

Families slept in  heaps, as cats desire
The fire  must  keep, the embers not  go black
Circular the building and the fire

The wind looks in  and tries to cool the fire
God  sees through our eye, we eye  him back
An hole above for smoke, a height for gyre

In each living heart there is a crack
The light and fire  get in to  fill our lack
Circular the building and the fire
The eye  is God’s , the wind itself inspires

 

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