Fire, glowing, flaming
burning white hot deep within:
It can warm with its great heat,
igniting the inner engine into action.

Such great power,
for good,
if reason is at the wheel.

Such great power,
for ill,
if left to flare up and
blaze, runaway, out of control,
destroying all in its path.
Gone then, like the burnt forest, which takes so long to heal,
may not heal.
May not, ever again, reach into the sky
with its ancient green spires.

Fire, let us not be consumed,
yet not your candle be extinguished, Fire,
for your power is so great,

Yet We are the keepers of the Flame,
and the balance is in our hands.