We come for a brief season, sparks
of the Inextinguishable Flame,
to bring its light, to show its glory.
We do the best we can, never knowing
how far our light will reach,
how many hearts will hear our song.
Oh, we may preen and boast,
but deep inside we bow to love,
seeking to give it, and to receive its blessing.
And however brief our stay,
however soon our passing,
our songs sing on. For we,
each of us, are children of the Flame,
written across eternity, remembered forever,
and forever alive in its unfathomable, holy fire.