Hoping to be more…

Fanning the flame
At the centre of my heart is a wish; a wish that has grown with time.
Sometimes in quiet moments my wish opens shyly, revealing a glimpse of its character, retreating again inside walls of protection as I move back into my day.
Sometimes it plagues me, as lost in thought and activity I feel lonely and lost, like something is missing.
What is this wish and why does it seek to awaken and rise within me, like a spark being fanned into a flame?

This wish, so small and tender, is your lifeline – a connection with another world; a source of hope and everlasting joy.
Honour and nurture this wish. Hold it up high that it might receive the sun’s rays and the moon’s glow – that it might feel
the soft touch of cleansing rain, washing it free of taints of confusion.
This wish, so precious and small, should grow to become a strong, unwavering force in your nights and days –
a light seen always; a flame eternal that beckons you forth along the true path of your destiny.
The flame of your wish reaches higher in silence,
grows stronger in stillness,
and burns brighter in pure space.
May your wish grow stronger and burn brightly in the eternity of love’s wish
that you might rejoin with your lost past – that you might rejoin with soul.