fire and ice
reigniting a cold ember
A faintly glowing ember. Buried so deeply it feels as if it has extinguished. Sometimes the ashen coal feels so cold that it burns.
How do I reignite it? Does a little breath, a little cupping of protection, a little gasoline provide enough? or too much?
Carefully placed tinder, in all the tender places; awaiting the moment of combustion.
Once the match is struck, and held to the cinder, I can only pray it will burst into a new conflagration that lives, and breaths, and raises its sparks aloft.
And if once again it incinerates upon itself, it is not the end, just the burial and resurrection of the self, awaiting the next sharpened flint
To scrape away the ash, and clash against the cold steeliness, to provide the spark of kindling, awakening once again.
