Life is a flame,
Sometimes it flickers,
No sooner seeming to alight
Than gone again,
A spark disappearing
Into the darkness of the night.
Life is a flame,
Sometimes long and strong,
Burning through the hours of being alive
Steadily, giving of oneself, sharing the light of Being.
Life is a flame,
Feeding on time.
Beyond the flame, beyond the light itself
There is the Spirit that animates
And from which all is formed.
The Holy Breath moves as Word of Creation
Speaks itself into the void, and there is that
Which moves within the clay
A little while,
And then returns.
Celebrate the Spirit that is Eternal.
Nothing sacred can be truly lost:
Life goeth forth, and then returns
In its Perfection.