A Fire for Life

Image: thanks to Ian Edokov (Substack)

Shining a gentle hue of resonance within the darkness of despair, I see you

It was a coal fire, my grandad in his armchair right beside it

Illuminating a space for refuge, empathy, and comfort, I am with you

In the bleak depth of icy shadows, the fire was where most time was spent

Flicking a switch, catalysing the light bulb of insight, I get it too

He would tell me stories of old

Sustaining hope like the eternal rise of the warm sun, it’s ok

It lasted well, until the next time the coal man delivered

Igniting growth like the flash of a striking match, we can do this

The daily ritual of cultivating the flame

Radiating support for our world, we are!

Ancestral wisdom, and I still love the smell of a fire