The Fire

THE FIRE

The flames dance frenzied across the wood, reminiscent of the pace of this past year.
Death , and the scope of agenda that follows.
The embers glow upon the logs making slow patterns to entertain.
Spreading calmness across the face of the fire and my mind.
Promising life will become better in time.
Beneath, the coals pulse steady and strong.
I feel the warmth spread though my soul as my heart rate
Slows to match the pulsing coals.
Sliding my feet closer I close my mind to this day, this year
and pray we don’t run out of firewood.