I Have A Fire Roaring In Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a fire chord in my heart
It's not like a violin or a harp
But it's just as heavenly,
When the world is cold
And I'm all alone.

It's not like a harpsichord
But it does
At times sing for the lord.
Like a flaming tree in a winter
Swinging back, and forth to be free.

I have a fire roaring in me
Even when the season says
Nothing should grow or sing,
I have a sap-flowering tree
With a nightingale: ready to court thee.

It's not like a guitar or a bass drum
But I do believe it beats
Like an ear on the sea
Crashing waves remorselessly on
And on, on and on.

Like the moonlit wet clover
I'm growing and groaning
Under every blade of grass
Beneath every barefoot rover
Just to be what you remember
But do not hear or see - that's me.