Day Eight.
Fire found its feet in the coals of yesterday’s ashes
Nestled amongst the darkening stones
With a greater reverence born from dependence
Between the one who needs all and has nothing
And the one who has all but gives nothing
Folded in on what can never have a life of its own
This is an implosion of eternity
This dying ember cannot be awakened
By the words carried on whispered winds
Only the hands brave enough to reach in
And bear it upwards from the forgotten flame of yesterday
Into a new lightness not born
From the consumption of everything in its wake
But from the kindling of hearts that bring new light