This came to me the other morning. I haven’t spent long on it, so it could probably use some polish… but I have a synopsis to do.
I guess it’s a poem… of sorts? (My apologies to the real poets).
As Initiates we watched in wonder the Sacred Flame
Intrigued by its subtle dance, its warmth and its glow
We longed and hoped one day to receive
Our own flame springing forth
My wife and I are Keepers of the Sacred Flame
Priest and Priestess, dedicated to its care
Sanctified to keep it burning at all times
It’s a job for two; one cannot do it alone
Studying it, we learn to read its mood
To sense its movement, anticipate its need
Oak to burn long, spruce to burn fast, hickory for heat and aroma
There is a time for each, to keep it burning bright
We must learn to love the flame
To tend it always, through the long watches of the night
Protecting it from breeze and strong gale
Guarding always its purity and beauty
We have become accustomed to its presence
It is for us, a cherished Friend
That warms the body, and makes glad the heart
A flame reaching upwards, toward its Creator.