Each page crackles as it lifts from a leathery shell, giving birth to new waves of flame.
Smoke rises and fills one’s nostrils with ancient history, myth and story.
Tongues of flame wave slowly at those gathered around its holy site.
People stare entranced in harmonious gathering with the Other as they listen to flame’s whispers.
Songs played and sung aloud; marshmallows melt softly in flame’s warm embrace.
Around the Sacred Fire, there is no black, white, free, slave, male or female, for they are one with the Spirit that binds them in the night.
Here love is found. Love is lived. Love is loved.
Celebrate. Learn. Rejoice. Drink deeply from the well of flames that He has to offer.
