Starting a fire is a delicate thing.
You have to prepare the foundation so as to give that first spark enough opportunity to catch...
to breathe... and to grow.
You can't be so eager for it's warmth... it's glow...
that you don't allow that initial touch of lightning to do what comes naturally in it's own time.
You can coax it, but you can't force it.
You must remain vigilant to its progress without meddling so much as to smother it's beginning.
Not every spark will take.
Some fires burn out fast, some create everlasting ember and some...
sadly... never share with the world anything beyond their initial brilliance,
like a sparkler-child running through the twilight on the Fourth of July.
The secret is...
It doesn't matter.
There is no ground so damp it cannot be built upon,
Nor is there a darkness so deep that a single, solitary spark cannot illuminate...
For a second or a lifetime...
Well, that's up to us.
"There is no ground so damp it cannot be built upon, Nor is there a darkness so deep that a single, solitary spark cannot illuminate."
ReplyDelete~ I love this. So inspiring. So true. For me, that spark came over frozen yogurt, a conversation, and the promise of something more. Something easily mistaken for fear but really just a growing passion in our bellies that needs a little help getting out.
I felt it, too... you inspire me.
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