Ashes The soul, free of its many fetters dancing as firelight glowing red-hot, like iron ready to be shaped by tempered hands until all is left but ashes and the memories they contain. Share this:EmailTwitterRedditFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Andrew Mackay Writer, sociologist, Unitarian Universalist seminarian (joint MDiv/MSW starting Fall 2020). View all posts by Andrew Mackay