Blessed are the fire starters.
Search light, held tight, snapped
twigs of vulnerability,
wisps of dreams to fleeting flames.
Ragged flint and steeled courage,
twist of palm-worn prism catching
spark of starlight.
Wildness and the fiery hope of risk.
Blessed are the hearth keepers.
Pump of bellows, puff of clearing smoke,
chop and feed and bring back
dreams from embers.
Sifted ashes and scarred nails.
Womb of warmth and laid-down
Shelter and the needed hope of bread.