The Illuminating Spark: Fire-in-Water at Dusk

A poem inspired by a car ride during an evening out.

(Image description: A close-up photo of running water with sunlight reflecting on it in areas.) Credit: Photo by Vishal Banik on Unsplash

Occasionally, inspiration can spring up unexpectedly in mundane situations, such as a car ride. The idea for this poem came to me during then, and I built upon it to aid in my understanding that inspiration isn’t always a brilliant torch. It can also be the small and simple flashes that give ideas life.

Fire-in-Water at Dusk

With the sun low on the horizon

the trees blanket the area

in a primordial mist.

Evening flame peeking

behind the inky-black silhouettes

of swaying pines and leafy crowns.

Fiery wisps dance on the gentle crests,

a flicker of inspiration to my mind’s eye,

deep in the wave-filled cauldron.

Your lofty flame

reflecting on midday waters,

a contrasting wonder

To the slumbering potential

of the dark half of the year,

of fecund dreams and plans.

It is not dormancy

that dwells in the depths

of Your cauldron

But thriving darkness,

lush growth, and

bursting creativity.

Seeing Your inspiration

coiled in the quiet gloom

lights the wick of my mental fire.

Bringing forth the sacred

from the mundane,

another glint of Your flame to gaze upon.