so i stand, handing out torches.

it is so easy to feel

so frustrated

when you are chipping away, working towards a goal.
when it feels so distant.
when you don't see it becoming real.


when it does,
rejoice.

what are you working for?
let it be worth rejoicing.

 

"Love, where is your fire?

I've been sitting here smoking away.

Making signals with sticks and

odd ends and bits,

but there's no sign of a flame.

Imposters have been passing, offering good-feeling glow

But I'm holding out for what you are about:

an inferno that burns to the bone

some urge me to be temperate, lukewarm will never do

I know I'll blaze with you.

So i'm holding my heart out to you

So I stand, handing out torches;

Speaking words that are lamps to their feet.

Til the time when you come and

I'm whole and

we are one

and the fire in me is complete

- B. Fraser