Old logs crackling, wild sparks head high into the sky;
flickering lights shine brightly, for many moments in my eye.
A winter fires knows, hottest sparks forever sparkle bright,
embraced in heaven’s galaxy, where bright sparks stay alight.
A fire can warm the coldest hands, or simmer campfire stews;
illuminating lonely hearts, or brighten dimmest views.
Eventually one strong spark, fly’s up and on its own;
its bound for new creation, or to burnout reaching home.
Left far behind are flawless flames, burning ever stronger;
There’s no need to fuel this fire, or linger any longer.
It‘s Journey upwards, through the smoke, as far as I can see;
until that spark finds new strength and courage to fly free.
While the fire embers flicker, a new life brightens our sky.
One lone spark, transformed today, is a star to please my eye.