It Is Past Understanding The Heat Of The Fire - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Sometimes arrogance combines with belief
And together they make miracles.
It is past understanding the heat of the fire
They stoke with their very own desire.
We can only envy their unfaltering bravery …
What fools we are who also don’t climb higher.
Sometimes we ask how I all so can acquire—
The heat of a transient fire, only, safely…
Sometimes we ask how I shall too acquire—
His arrogance and combine it, unfaltering belief.
But what is pumice or flesh alone, perspires.
Sometimes arrogance isn’t always, sub-chief!
Sometimes near defeat, abject with worry
We except; defeat in too much of a hurry.
Where others singularly, succeeded to attain …
Without much trepidation, win their campaign.
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