I thought I was developing an ease with you
But then it was taken away
Which means it did develop
And now I wonder, can we ever find it again
It is that flickering candle flame blown out
The way back is kindling
With dry brush as our ancestors did
We must strike flint, make spark, start again
Before we ever approach another candle
It requires a new candle
We must learn to make fire as of old
All the way back to trying and trying again
Wishing, like pretending, doesn’t make it so
So, we invite each other to scavenge
I’m glad you also seek outings for brush and twigs
That will base the flame, warmth, light again
GSKohler
