the ritual of fire is life
the greatest gift of all
it warmed the neolithic cave
preventing every harm
it lit the dark and frightened night
it nourished every meal
it cared for us in winter time
and waited for the spring
the ritual of fire is life
elusive like a god
essential as transcendent waters
for every breath of earth
and yet the fire is not alive
it only gives us life
and waters are an empty sea
when there's no star in sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Fire is an essential part of our lives. A God gift showered on all- big or small. Thanks that you shared the poem.