"Choose your name" Wash your lime, peel yourself Be blue gem Never be in hot pursuit O blunt, lopsided smile! Your spirit has must

Welcome to the new issue of Spirit Fire Review! We hope the stories, poetry, and visuals delight, bless, and encourage you as you visit...

I enter the woods and trespass through the quiet gates I see my life in one leaf as it falls through the light and I go about...

Master I am master of the foundless worry, and so these concerns try to master me, a long history of chains formed hypothetically in my...

A Tribute To Christ God has taken responsibility for our care and worry There's no need to be anxious or always in a hurry You can be...

Past Revisited I have a past that is so mine and no one else’s. They have no notion of misdeeds, even many sins I have perpetrated in it....

GOLDEN THOUGHTS The miles your feet have traveled cannot be erased by any tool; the worlds your eyes watched cannot be wiped away; the...

"A smile the sign of peace" I don't know why the people Make the choice of weapons, When only one smile is enough To eliminate...

Secret Smile O dreamy bird, show me the secret smile of life. This is my heart stumbles on valley’s sands as a traveler. His foot was...

PRODIGAL CHILD REMEMBER THERE IS NO DAWN WITHOUT A NIGHT! No matter how human beings try, they cannot shed their skin of origin. They...

God calls us to do great works for Him. Then He gives us what we need to accomplish what He wants us to do. In my case, God gave me a...

Call a Priest, My Father Said My father never talked much about religion but he went to Mass every Sunday, the 6:30 Mass where few people...

Wishing everyone a beautiful April, and a Happy Easter/Resurrection Day! Jesus is alive! This issue presents with poetry by Cindy...

The photos are a celebration of the glory of God, manifested in the beauty of spring: "Blossom Fest", "Pink Joy", "

Easter Morning Light had gone from the world: Their Master, Jesus, crucified– They were alone, to darkness hurled the fearful, darkening...

Daughters of Our Cities in urban towns and rural villages we celebrate you! The spirit of God dwells in you. You may be broken, violated but

Visiting Again I don't care any more about the rejection of ten years ago. I'm revisiting some of those voices who spoke to me, list

Fade to Spring (Inspired by a painting by Ramón Chirinos.) Shadows condense to wide-weave lace, grey and blooming in the garden of...

Hope Who will write my life? Who will weigh my sins and all the good perhaps I have had?Who will pardon me for having existed for so long, h

"My father called her “We”" My father called my mother "Nammal". I found that unique and strange. I asked my father, “What does that...