Bill Grace

At Edison's great fire
He called his wife as witness
To pastel pillar twists of chemically fed flames
That could have destroyed both work and life
Of a less centered man.

Edison wore God's armor.

Our home has seen candescent storm enough
That turns earth's dome to shattering white
Yielding originalites of lightning that teach of fright
This gospel is well written and established that
We know beyond our capacity to understand.

In legion ways we still struggle
with an ancient central foe called fear
This thing that never pierced the great inventor's heart
And teaches us in crucible a central truth of spirit
Not even flame is strong enough to singe the hem of love.