Hearth (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)

Hearth (Poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)

Hearth poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


A fireplace is made for flame.
Even when dark, empty, cold,
its purpose is unchanging.

It was made for flare, for flicker,
for blaze, for light; it was made
to cast warmth, to hold glow.

The soul is a kind of fireplace.
Love itself the flame.

Even in our chillest hour,
it’s clear what are made for.

by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


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