Fire Makes My Soul Sing
Something about fire makes my soul sing
Not from the flames of burning homes and buildings
But from smaller ones we joyfully ignite and bring
A sense of warmth and wonder to our being.
Nothing beats sitting around the crackling sounds
Of a camp fire in the woods;
With whispering wind passing through
The trees, leaving us introspectively thinking
Life is good and all is as it should.
And the smell of smoke snaking
It’s way from earth to sky;
The aroma of burning from a solid state
To ash before my eyes.
And flames stretching higher like a funeral pyre, as if
Reaching for the unimaginable beyond
The next paradigm shift and ultimate gift.
While waiting for the flames to pass
From growth to decay stage like some
Red Giant Star nearing the end of its journey
From near to far, I can’t help thinking how
Much we have in common with dust
Made in space and fire in this race
From burning heat to eternal, deadly cold.
It’s a wonder of wonders that gives
All these thoughts of mine-d a place to shine
As I watch the fire burn and yearn of growing
Young again and old.
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