Flicker in the Skies
There is a fire that will not die
No matter the time of year
No matter how far out and away.
Wolves wait in the woods,
A meal of us they can taste,
If they can just wait.

Though the days go up in smoke,
Though the ash mound piles,
Your ember still glows.
Of old Your foundation's set
A ring of so many rock,
Your years never end.

And like the sparks that fly up,
Our thanks and praise
Flicker in the skies.

by J Alan R

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