I the Wick

No fire can replace You –




But still I enjoy


candle and


They dance me

red, orange, and azure too.

They draw me

in inviting me

out of dark pettiness

and so they echo You.

But fires also rage and raze



hearts, and I

swear that when I
shake my first at You,
You play the

Flame and I the



2 thoughts on “I the Wick

  1. shoreacres says:

    I’ve been learning a good bit about the role of fire in prairie and forest restoration. One of the great mistakes that’s been made in the past is attempting to eliminate fire. In truth, without fire, woody plants and other invasives can take over, choking out the native plants. It’s the refiner’s fire, biologists’ version.

    One of the most interesting things about natural fire is how quickly the environment recovers after its occurence. The destruction that we see is only apparent. The same fire that destroys homes and hearts creates room for new growth on the land. it’s a lesson worth pondering — as your fine poem suggests.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I remember being amazed as a young boy on the farm at how green the grass would be after a lightening strike in the pastures. I also remember learning, while in my first parish in Northern Alberta, that the cones of Lodge Pole Pines would only open in fire. No fire, no new growth. I think I preached a sermon using that.

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