The fire is the home
Warmth, light, and future
I often forget to notice it
But occassionally it flickers
in just such a way
with a crack or a flash
that I glimpse its greatness
and remember to be thankful
and I wish to bask in it forever
I will guard it with my life
against brigands, tigers, torrents
Anything that endangers this fragile spirit
will hear my cry and meet my club