Every soul is like a live coal,
burned up by God on
the hearth of His Infinite Love.
(Such fire imagery has seemed to many of the mystics
a peculiarly exact and suggestive symbol of
the transcendent state which they are struggling to describe) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm guessing, tony, you're familiar with the vision isaiah had as pictured in chapter five of his book. it's hard, yes? , to talk about any kind of passion without thinking of heat and fire. -glen