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    Holy Fires
    Holy Fires
    Holy Fires
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    Holy Fires

    By Henry S. King and Lily Henry

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    "Holy Fires" is an inspiring collection of poems that touch on themes of religious doubt, spiritual experiences, suffering, growth, and hope for the future. Through their poems, the authors come to terms with pain and imperfection and learn to love themselves as children of God.

    This is a must-read poetry book regardless of where you are in your faith journey. Henry S. King and Lily Henry have masterfully crafted this collection in the hope that it will help others find the faith, strength, or comfort they need.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateOct 4, 2021
    ISBN9781098392635
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      Book preview

      Holy Fires - Henry S. King

      cover.jpg

      Copyright © 2021 by Henry S. King and Lily Henry

      All rights reserved

      ISBN 978-1-09839-262-8

      eBook ISBN 9781098392635

      FIRST EDITION

      Acknowledgements

      I would like to thank my siblings, A. and O.- a pair of exceptional poets- for their invaluable feedback and suggestions on my poetry. If I was really going to be the one to publish, I couldn’t have built this collection- or my confidence in it- without your beautifying influence. Thank you.

      Thanks also to my co-author, Lily Henry, for helping me polish the poems in this volume and for being so much fun to work with. I had no idea that I could enjoy writing like this.

      HSK

      My poetry begins with my roots: being born into a family that had a love affair with words, I don’t think I really even had a choice but to begin writing poetry as a child, and I’ve never stopped.

      Today, my three adult children inspire me, and my husband encourages me. My gratitude is enormous.

      LH

      Contents

      Holy Fires

      Ada

      Three Wounds

      Ranges

      Battle Song of the Dachshunds

      Alice

      Olivia

      Another Poem About Spring

      A Ratatouille of Divine Love

      Apologies to My Husband

      Before the Hysterectomy

      Dominic’s Candle

      Correspondence Today

      Fern

      Patter

      Desire

      Prairie Hymn

      Hash Brown Elegy

      Dominic

      Inarticulate

      The Day Before the Razor Blade

      The Likeness

      Makeshift Office

      Frustration in Full

      Fern, Refashioned

      Gratitude

      Staying Power

      In the Courthouse

      (The Murder of Hope)

      Aftermath

      Memorable Music

      Mr. A. and Beth

      Warm Water

      Last/First

      Helpless Bystander

      Inspiration/Expiration

      On Breathing

      Dusk on the Patio

      On the Verge

      Crude

      One

      Veiled

      Hurricane

      Serenity

      Toffee

      Seascape

      The Cycle

      Moving Back to Colorado

      Self-Inflicted Homesickness

      He’s Perfect, Thanks

      Un/Shaken

      Ingathering

      Frances

      A Very Long Wait

      Illness, Ingrate

      The Body That Was Broken For Us

      Rush Hour

      Thought for a Mountain Lake

      The Wild City

      My Companion

      The One You Win by Losing

      Two Surgeons

      Christopher

      Not Quite Eden, But Still

      Firstfruits

      A Heady Year

      Fire Spoke For Us

      Two-Man Angel Band

      Keeper

      God with the Desperate

      Slapdash Neighbors

      Retention Pond Jesus

      Before We Met

      Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Shoppers

      Violins

      The Asylum Seekers

      Bear All Things

      Saltbush Lives Forever

      Tinsel Prophet

      Milk Leaps

      Swampland

      Guilty By Reason of Inattention

      (Untitled)

      The Universal Hymn

      Jaelynn

      Song of a Woman

      Center

      Holy Fires

      You stopped with a sudden stare

      With your eyes rounded by a

      Child’s essential loneliness

      Reflecting the still, pale

      Simplicity that is still

      Attaining after the bright

      Riot of belated adolescence

      All gaudy feathers and thorns

      And now you are petrified

      By the vitric stillness of

      Placid civility.

      And maybe you’ll stop at

      That one still house on the

      Frozen shore and maybe

      You’ll stay and you’ll be still,

      But I think more likely

      Bright riots are in your blood

      And you will go back whirling

      Yelping hectic Hosannas

      Right back into all that glare

      And all that precious glitter.

      -HSK

      Ada

      You arrived,

      your eyes and mouth rounded in astonishment,

      uncertain of just

      where you are

      and what you are meant to be doing here.

      You turned, but that way was closed,

      the only exit the one far ahead,

      beyond brambles and beggings,

      fog and spirit.

      Head down, breath in,

      you began.

      You collided with walls

      you didn’t see,

      ran into corners that sprung up in this

      strange dimension you only

      half live in,

      leaving you to wonder:

      Am I supposed to turn here?

      I have seen you listen

      to the tones of Elsewhere,

      that place

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