Beloved Fire Tender:
You who never tires of peering
through these warm, flickering faces,
entranced by the artistry
of crumbling, ember empires—
we feel You.
You who is forever captivated
by personalities
that dance like fidgety flames
from the contented coals of Spirit—
we share your enthrallment.
But this is no time to get cozy.
Face paint and frenzy
did not deliver us
to this dizzy crossroads
for nothing.
And God help us
should we dishonor the ring
of invisible elders
rocking and muttering
all around us.
It’s time—
time to complete the ritual
that birth began
when it smeared us
in this kerosene of not knowing.
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