Shadows and Sacred Flames

 

Shadows and Sacred Flames

The charred ashes of the yesterdays flutter in the wind.
From the coals of this broken soul, a fire smolders deep within.
The sadness soaking this heart makes it tough to burn as tinder.
Such coldness that is dripping in keeps the healing hindered.

The matches sparked have long grown dark as light still grows dim
Onlookers glance from fire pits, wondering what’s to come of him.
The rain of life is pouring down in an attempt to drown him out.
He recalls in better days he was such ablaze as a fire within a drought.
Dirt gets kicked and it sometimes sticks, smothering him again
Yet some have come to admire his enduring fire amidst the earth, wind and rain.

Sometimes through neglect the flicker fades into a rising smoke.
But within it all, the rises and falls a broken fire can still be stoked.
With the breeze of new life breathed, a raging inferno can be awoken.
Heat turns to spark catching to the heart when kindnesses are spoken.