The Burning Question
Votive
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Let me be spent,
Now that I am saved.
Flame of Love, melt my heart,
And banish the darkness with your light.
Consume all that you have given me
Until, at last, I expire--
A tendril of smoke,
A faint sigh,
Nothing of note,
An unworthy servant,
Drifting toward Heaven.
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About the Author
Twenty years ago, Geraldine Guadagno bailed out of a job in Finance, only to find that her parachute was made out of lead, not gold. Thanks to her husband, she made a soft landing, and hit the ground running, pursuing a long-postponed dream of writing for children. She also writes occasionally for adults. Sometimes, she finds poetry in the everyday. God has granted her success mostly in the Catholic genre, and she is grateful to Him. Geraldine was educated in Catholic school for 12 years and later completed Catechist 101 training. Find out more about her at geriguadagno.com.
