The crackling of the fire
On a blustery winter day,
Our woes upon the pyre
Sent serenely on their way.
Of this life I often tire,
And yet choose always to stay,
To laugh, love, aspire,
Preach, teach, and play.
Someday I will expire,
Like this flame that holds my gaze,
And join the silent choir,
Beyond the dancing blaze.
