Is this an ember that glows in gashes?
The soot is lifted with each blow of breath
That touches the core of heat
To transform the gray lumps.
In life’s furnace, one stays cold and dull,
Never touched by outside drafts
Until the pain of loss and shock of grief
Wafts the dull coating away
And fires up heart’s core
And awakens the nerve ends.
And as bellows blow air into
The tranquil, insipid coal chunks,
The cold furnace comes alive.
Fired up, the coal gleams and shines
Into a fiery, hot, ruddy gem.
It is alive and pain lashes
In the glowing slashes.
That rise from within.
A sun for the moment,
Coal gives out its life,
To those it nurtures,
Heat to sustain,
And warmth to enfold
Those who gather around.
Very descriptive! I love staring into the campfire – Fire is so amazing, mesmerizing and dangerous! Liz
You do keep up with my writing.