A Sunday poem from Ann Porter.

A Song of Fear and Fire

If when I die
Instead of going off to Purgatory
As I hope to do
I have become a tiny flake of ash
Still glowing with the spark
Of life you gave me

And if I’m tossed
Into a fearful nothingness
Beyond the stars
There to go whirling
Whirling round
Until m fire goes out

Until my fire goes out
I will still praise you.