October 9: Firestorm

I know that on that day
when we meet at last,
and I take you in my arms,
a firestorm will erupt.
Not the devastation
of the out-of-control blaze
engulfing all in its path,
but the purgative cleansing
of all of life's deadwood,
freeing me to rise from the ashes,
reborn in all of love's glory.