Rush me to the altar, O wind, pray, carry me,
There the crimson flames, they await my love for He.
The sum of my existence, what’s mortal now, I flee,
Rising through to heaven, sweet oblation, ashes free.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
Beautiful words and photo!
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Thank you very much! Blessings always! 😀
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Thank you!
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My pleasure and have a great weekend!
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Lovely , as Ever, Dan 🙂
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Thanks, Morgan! Always lovely to have you here :-))
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Always Loving Being Here 🙂
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Glad to hear that! Have a great weekend 🙂
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Wonderfully vibrant
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Thank you, Diana! Have a lovely weekend 🙂
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Oh, Dan, the lighting in that photo is exquisite, and your poem – I could chant it in the gusts of wind right now. Beautiful.
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And feel free like a child again… God bless, Susan :-))
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Lovely! Thanks, Susan!! Have a great weekend 😀
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The image is beautiful! And so are the words!
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Thank you, Cheryl! Take care and have a lovely weekend. 🙂
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I just love this one!!
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Wonderful! I’m happy to hear this. Take care and have a good one! 😀
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