Coldness of Fire

Fire of warmth

What drove your flame of survival

From cave to tent

From coal stove to gas furnace

To rockets of planetary exploration

Sending humankind as scientists of discovery?

What drove our candles of hope

Kept alive and well

Into such a rogue wildness disseminating life and structure?

Was it but a tiny flame urged on by breezes,

Into wind,

Into cyclonic out of control movements of destructions?

Candles of hope stand dormant with sorrow

As the coldness of holocaustic flames continue.

How cold the flame today

Its capacity as friend to all

Has had its nature so disturbed

That like a petulant child stumbling about in big-people’s clothing

It continues to fallingl and getting back up

Painfully experiencing the lesson being taught by energy gone astray

Lest we forget…

 Nature cannot be taken  for granted.

Respect its often-capricious temperament

Remember what it is capable of

And pay homage to the tomorrows of learned wisdom

That the warmth of a candle flame’s essence can convey.