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.