It Is Past Understanding The Heat Of The Fire Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sometimes arrogance combines with a belief
And together they make miracles.
It is past understanding the heat of the fire
They stoke with their very own desire.

We can only envy their unfaltering bravery
What fools we are who also don't climb higher.
Sometimes we ask how I all so can acquire—
The heat of a transient fire, only, safely

Sometimes we ask how I shall too acquire—
His arrogance and combine it, unfaltering belief.
But what is pumice or flesh alone, perspires.
Sometimes arrogance isn't always, sub-chief!

Sometimes near defeat, abject with worry
We except; defeat in too much of a hurry.
Where others singularly, succeeded to attain
Without much trepidation, win their campaign.