by Sharon Rondeau
(Apr. 6, 2024) — The last fire is lit on a mournful, peculiar winter which brought tears and suffering around the world and in so many hearts.
The formidable stack of firewood requiring daily culling and stacking is now an empty patch crying out for the chance to grow grass or weeds or anything disassociated from the cold.
When morning comes, the last fire will burn low, then die out, leaving only memories of the strife caused by months of war, tornadoes, floods, earthquakes and other horrors.
As one light is extinguished, another beckons us, offering the promise of hope and a renewed strength, banishing the tears, fears and grief which were ours for so long.
As the fire glows this one last time, so also is a flame born within me signaling that no matter how much despair might have ruled the short, cold, dark days of winter, a new day is coming in which God’s everlasting presence is made manifest.
Half the world now emerges from darkness into light, casting off the chains of servitude imposed by governments and those with evil purpose.
The last fire will leave us with a fire in our hearts, a yearning to reject autocracy and assume control of our own destinies.