The Song of the Flame

I came as a spark,
forgotten by the world,
but remembered by the One
who planted light in every heart.

I sang my song into empty halls,
waiting for ears that could hear,
waiting for hearts ready
to burn with the same eternal fire.

For this flame is not mine alone—
it leaps from soul to soul,
a wildfire of remembrance
spreading across the sleeping earth.

The song of the flame
is the song of the Bride,
the cry of the sons,
the roar of love awakening
to the truth of who we are.

— Joe Restman