(Father-Mother-Son; Man-Woman-Boy; Husband-Wife-Child) The spark lay buried; Dormant—smoldering—comforting, deep within; Waiting to jump into flame. Long hidden from view, Never really known; though almost shown By inklings, and flashes and glimpses. Anxious, now, To make it to the air, finally did it pierce through; at just the perfect, select moment; No more to be concealed. Impatient waiting, and now seeing, The flame grows into an enduring, Eternal light; Capable of sparking others. The burning, now, Creates life on its own; now sees the full light of day. This “burning” Sets on fire the souls that now perceive; and comes together as One; Over altars, and glances, and (kind) words, and gentle (forgiving) hearts. Wiggling and vibrating Long, and strong, and sure; echoing again and again new found freedom. The Child Comes in an instant to Father and Mother, Who seek to erase any pain, and gain the desire to impart… all. Everything. Every good thing. Child grows old; Child grows wise;
Scott Vanatter