I am an ember of fuel for this fire. I radiate.
Blow on me, with the slightest breath, and delight in me as I glow deep red and a thousand shades of orange and yellow in the dark. My smoke rises.
Lost souls come to warm hands and to ease weary hearts, drawing up a seat on a nearby stone, resting.
Eyes watch, some in trees, others in plain sight.
Ears listen, crackling, and sizzling around me, I am silent.
The sudden pop of the wood stacked freshly over head is the sound of celebration and new life. A welcome violence for a world aflame. Bring the void into being, unite all materials into one. Where we visually and emotionally diverge, in fire we commune. It is our passion, our lone purpose.
I will never fade. I will grow dark, and appear to be a lump of coal, or a well formed ash. Blow on my forehead, whisper something secret into my ear and I will glow for you. I will warm your hands with my heat. You have only to take this one simple action of generosity. And I am alight again, anew.
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Come Fire!
Burn bright my friend. Your warmth fills my soul and calms my spirit.
the light and warmth that comes from
your heart has seared mine and i am greatful
for that, remember that even thought darkness
and shadows will sometimes block the light, it
is only temporary and the light shall prevail.