For all who kindle

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

smokey song.

Shelter and the needed hope of bread.

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