First Flame

A single ember, single spark,
Single wave of light through dark,
Pushing nighttime far away,
This close-held nature, newfound day –
How wonder-filled they must have stared
At how it lit the sticks that ere
Had only seen light from the sky,
Never before running so nigh.
And perhaps too they wondered awed
At how they – how these creatures flawed –
Could find miracles hid inside
Of them, things grander that confide,
And why the world cared for them so,
That there were things deep they could know.
Perhaps their minds new-flowered too,
To paths that no one ever knew –
To paths of mystery, paths of awe,
Paths of length to walk not crawl,
Paths that showed them clear their name,
Lit by the gifted twofold flame.


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