She rides the seething, fiery tide
Bubbling, boiling, hissing,
Waves that only Pele can ride,
Embracing, loving, kissing.
In the midst of a mighty volcano,
In the lake of liquid fire
Rhythmically flowing from side to side
Swim eruptions of hate and desire.
Ebullition from the deepest depths
Symbolic of nascent power,
Creator, destroyer, which shall she be named
As she restlessly churns in her tower?
Expression in definite form and direction
Is given at her command.
Only the humble and wise can escape
The power of her hand.
Beware the disguises from fire that rises
Deep from the cauldron within.
A spark from the heart, like a fiery dart
Tempered with love's not a sin.
Mary L. Ports