In the cold darkness
Where the light faded to black,
Much to my surprise:
I found an ember
Barely showing but glowing
Within the ashes.
A funeral pyre,
A mediocre dust heap
Barely of notice.
No carved monument,
Or stone chiseled lettering
To mark memory...
Just another mound
Given over to the past
To be lost to time.
But...I found it still,
And I saved it from that grave
And held it in awe.
How could it survive?
The flames had long since died out
And it should have, too...
But, Lo! I hold it!
It's heat seems to be growing,
Fighting the coldness!
And indeed the light
Seems to be increasing too
Dispelling darkness!
What is this magic?
What God or Goddess preserved
This ember to find?
Oh, I would thank them
For this chance to rekindle
The flames long since fled!
From this wee ember,
A mighty flame shall spring forth!
Remastered! Reformed!
Not sparked to devour
Bodies, hopes, or shattered dreams,
And erase them all...
No. This ember's flames
Shall become a beacon's torch
Of vision and hope.
This divine torch flame
Shall make all the pathways clear
As long as it burns.
It Shall burn away
Hopelessness and confusion
And unworthiness...
Mediocrity
Shall burn as a sacrifice
To be consumed whole,
Replaced with greater
Vision and Renewed purpose!
Blessings from on high!
And perhaps it may
Burn bright enough for others
To find their way too...
So, glow, ember, glow!
I have big plans for you yet:
Light my way to dawn!
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