Fire Will Feed You – a book of inspirational poetry

There are several amazing options to read this book of original poems written by Carrie, author of Carried Forth. It is available on Kindle and good ol’fashioned paperback.
Please remember to leave a heartfelt review on amazon, after reading and enjoying the beautiful, heartfelt poetry in Fire Will Feed You so other amazing readers know how great the book is. Thank you. đź’• Carrie

My Heart Aches For You.

World. In your beauty. In your windy, winding breath.

My heart aches for you.

For all we put you through. For all we expect from you.

For all you give to us. May we show our gratitude. Our love for you.

Our joy and sorrow, too.

Oh, world, my heart aches for you.

In that aching it has broken wide and open. It is true.

Forever Watching.

The sun tucked away

in glorious rose, violet, blues and greys.

It spoke of promises yet to be made.

As it drifted away. Sleep would come

to some. In the morning we would wake

to find the sun creeping up in golden shades.

Wake we must. Today we trust in what our world will create.

Washing us from sleep filled haze to a brighter, golden day.

Words. Unspoken.

Prayers drifted through the air.

Thick like smoke. Glissening and shimmering.

Prayers floated all around. Some higher, lighter.

Some weighted down. All in need of answering.

Sorting. Being heard. How do they choose?

Colored and frail some are. Vibrant and bouncy others are.

Whispy and dreamy. Barely visible. All so beautiful!

How? When? Are they answering?

She looked to God as he looked at her. Chuckling at her expression

of overwhelming awe. Struck by the magnitude of all these words.

Many unspoken. Drifting, buzzing, looking for answers.

Only He can provide.

He laughs. Not overwhelmed or put off. 


Eyes aglow and they wrinkle, just so. Hearty and soulful, the laugh is.

She realizes, all this…all these…prayers, like demands,

float everywhere. Unencumbered by their numbers, he laughs. 

Not at the prayers themselves, but at the joy he receives from

acknowledging these prayers. These thoughts. Unspoken words.

Shouts of gratitude. Whips of WTF. He laughs.

Merrily answering or suggesting. As the prayers hover and flow 

all around.

Drifting Away On A Prayer

The fluff of seed.

Seed fluff?

Drifted away.

Lifting it in her palm she exhaled.

Watching it catch on a breeze and drift away.

Wishing for everything good to come to those

living life here on Earth.

Hoping with her whole heart that one day

her dreams would stop drifting away on a prayer.

Continuing to be a light for those beside her.

After all, that was what she was here for.

It Is Funny, Sometimes.

The look one gets when it all clicks.

It is funny, sometimes.

How the world always spins, the sun always rises,

the mortals always worry and fret, possibly missing the surprises.

It is funny, sometimes.

The way the wind tickles ankles and drifts through hair.

Caressing cares and worries. Pulling them away from here.

It is funny, sometimes.

I think I know exactly what is. Then life happens.

Leaving me slack jawed and awed. How did that twist come through?

It is funny, sometimes.


It is funny, sometimes.

Keep paying attention, because

it is funny, sometimes.

Accepting Us.

The road stretched

Forever on.

Past the horizon.

It floated. Broke out of sight.

Drifted past everything.

Vast wandering. Meandering to where?

It never really mattered. We need away from here.

Not that this was bad. Different. Smoothering. Compressing.

The road was vast and open. Smelling of freedom and movement.

Feeling like a promise. It never asked for anything. Accepting

us passing over it.

Roses And…

It came up roses.

Fast and quick.

Like a dream escaped into the world.

Opened to the shift.
We sat. Watching.

Breathing and laughing.

Holding space for all to grow.

Holding space. We always know.
In times of blessed clairity.

We sing and dance.

Rejoice in all that unfolds.

Brought with it roses and sunshine.
A warmth deep inside.

Feeling like calm water.

Waves of knowing.

Laughter and…