Charcoal fire upon the shore recalls
that fire behind closed door, of love 
betrayed; the fire of bitter courtyard, 
preyed into heart that wished so much 
to love, but could not find a way, to shove 
fear out, and claim the right, to stand secure
and not demure, to sad and threatening taunts.
Charcoal fire upon the shore, that opens
now a brand new door, for love to capture
heart, and re-found life, to break the mold, 
that captive hold, that cuts like knife through 
all desire, to be what once we were, when we 
knew not the One whose love our love reclaims, 
who stands now free, of all death’s chains.
O blessed fire of Easter joy that burns
into the night of darkness, with new and
wondrous light, that warms the damp and 
dreary path of sadness, bringing gladness and
new sight. For even though we sometimes doubt, 
we know that life has conquered death in victory
shout, that burns the earth with fire of new life.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    