Sunday, March 23, 2014

she dreamed of a way to ignite

So she sighs and she burns with desperation/ Learns to cry over love of constellations
--Sara Bareilles

I lit my candle, and then watched as the flame, still dancing on the elegant wooden matchstick, shrunk as the matchstick continued to burn.
After the flame had dissolved back into the wood, there remained a liquid light charging through the veins of the wood grain.
A fire remained within the wood, burning, smoldering, lighting the small stick with an interior fire.
No flame or smoke provided evidence of the fire's presence.
But it was there, burning.
Just a small steady glow pulsed in the misty morning air, as the chemical reactions that make fire carried on with their business inside of this small, slender piece of wood.
The glow of the fire is easily extinguished, whether by ash, two fingers, or a swift breath of wind.
But, if untouched, the fire will continue to burn slowly, steadily inside the little matchstick.
Sometimes, you just have to let it burn, and not try to extinguish it, or try to fan it up into a burst of flame.
But if you let the fire glow away, it will run out its natural course.
Sometimes, the glow will dance inside of the matchstick longer than you thought was possible.
The resiliency of fire is not its most well-known characteristic.
Fire is that element more associated with reckless burning and dramatic explosions.
It is the element of danger, of excitement, of rapidity and unpredictability.
The less-celebrated facet of fire is its longevity; its dependability; its steadfastness.
Its embers continue to glow long after the ashes have doused its bright and bold flames.

More tortuous than all else is the human heart, beyond remedy; who can understand it?
--The Prophet Jeremiah

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