fireside

"Love, like fire, can only reveal its brightness
On the failure and beauty of burnt wood."

phillippe jaccottet


now, i began to understand why campfires hold such simple significance for many of us...a hearth that gathers friends, warms the common chill and breaks into song, the close of another day. as fires burn, some are content merely to sit and listen to the cosy crackle that a blend of fire and burnt wood brings. fire, like most of earth's elements, carries a spiritual lore of its own. somehow, their traces bore deep into our own human longing.

what are the burnt woods in my life right now?
what loves have burnt so deep that what remains behind
may soon become light?