Forward into the darkest night.
Alert to each crinkle in the texture of time.
Alert to minute sounds and startled motion.
There is a flame in the darkness.
Warm, bright, solemnly intense in color.
Sparks emit, singing singing.
Soft, low, then more urgent. Louder
voices, chanting, bringing comfort ever closer.
Attention stolen away from sting of night’s harsh cold.
Worship that flame.
Give it your most holy oath of fealty.
Be bosom ally, soothing shadow, stalwart child.
Breathe glorious heat to seep into your deepest, strongest
core to grow, together,
dark earth intertwined with flame.