I dip my pen into its ink;
a story soon I’ll tell.
As I weave and web,
a flame flickers faithful.
Its crackle and its hiss– a cacophony of sound–
reminds me not to let
that precious fire out.
Relentless,
rushing waters wail;
with such willful words to share,
why witness with a whisper?
Rejection, fear, and shame
are most despairing of all sounds,
yet midst all of this chaos
a valiant voice sings still;
the steadfast sizzling of my faithful flare
breathes warmth
into the weary ways
I hear those sorrowful sounds.
