I ran then, following the power, ran with joy and a wild, winging certainty, right into the hearth o

I ran then, following the power, ran with joy and a wild, winging certainty, right into the hearth of everything I loved.And there was no earth, no cold, no dust, nor stones nor water rushing past; but only this joy, this singing, awesome flight straight into the soul of God.Into fire.
----Sherryl Jordan, Winter of Fire