Campfire Calm

Whenever I'm troubled by my modern day folly of living by the bill of exchange. I run to my stacked sandstone campfire with an armful of deadwood arrange. With a strike of a match and a breath from my bosom the flickering gold dancing flame lights a fire in my soul as the smoke starts to roll 'round the log that the hot embers claim. I'm calmed by the light of the campfire, eased by the warmth of its glow and cozy inside as I sit beside my campfire. As I yearn for the money and material worth that I've been conditioned to want, a Spirit within me from long, long ago rejects this unnatural affront. It guides me to a walk in the wilderness, to look up to the heavenly skies then sit by my sandstone campfire and listen to the coyotes' cries. I'm calmed by the light of the campfire, eased by the warmth of its glow and cozy inside as I sit beside my campfire. As I question my purpose past misguided deeds, unwanted weakness, ill-conceived creeds, Great Spirit returns me to the laws of the Earth, to faith, cause, and guidance to heavenly worth. I stand in a forest of pine trees and gaze at the vistas around with a fresh breath of air I pray and I listen to the crackling campfire sound. I'm calmed by the light of the campfire, eased by the warmth of its glow and cozy inside as I sit beside my campfire.