In each of us, there lie some dying embers

Of fiery trials, spent down over the years.

We stoke their flames, and by the pain remember.

We celebrate our past as warm and tender,

And past skies may be bright, but not quite clear:

In each of us there lie some smoking embers

Reminding us of mocking bleak Decembers,

When our whole world ignited sparks of fear

That burn us now, and force us to remember

A body of past thought we would dismember

If by some chance we could. Our present cheer

Can never fully calm the living embers

Of cataclysms and abject surrenders.

The flames leap up as if they now were here;

They draw us near and, burning, we remember.

And now the thoughts about a past so tender

Feed a furnace choked with rage and tears.

In each of us there rise these fiery embers.

We embrace them, and by the pain remember.

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