Fire in the darkness – Rochelle’s challenge this week is prompted by this mysterious image.
FIRE IN THE DARK
Said we’d meet here each winter, to renew our friendship, our connection, our shared goal for the next year. One less brother or sister each year — lost overcome, despairing. Who is left ? Who tends this beacon fire ?
I shiver, lit up by firelight. I can see faces scowling with disowned rages, hatred for the ‘other’, like loose planets severed from any connection to kinship, crashing around our social system.
The fire is ebbing, I must feed the flames. It’s up to me now to hold onto to hope.