One Kind of Glory

Fire-starter, you smoldering coal
Who will not be put out but by gentle hands
Branded with divine injustice;

May you burn never too bright to look upon
Never too hot to hold near.

Little sun, small wonder
Some would shrink away in fear.

May you burn never too low to light the way home
Never too cold for comfort,
Never alone, my dear.

7/13/20