A Praise Song to the Golden Embers of our Life

Am I to be a long burning ember ---
Smouldering, dully red at the edge of sight ?

Is this all that I will remember,
Peering one-eyed from the underbrush of ash ?

Such an odd fate it is to be forever
Bound to the Earth and upward staring,
To be amazed by the cauldron dancing
And mystified by the vapors weaving.

There is the odd fit of flame ---
A brilliant blaze upward leaping,
Above the dark wood dancing…
Yet all too soon it falters, seeming
To stumble back into the dim rubble below.

Stumbling back to quietly watch, dimly glaring, warming the night,
And from time to time to delight in new wood igniting.


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