A light, but no fire
Do you know Rabindranath Tagore?
I see a light but no fire.
Is this what my life is to be like?
Better to head for the grave.
A messenger comes, the grief-courier, and the
message is that the woman you love is in her house
alone, and wants you to come while it is still night.
Clouds unbroken, rain all night, all night.
I don’t understand these wild impulses —
what is happening to me?
A lightning flash is followed by deeper melancholy.
I stumble around inside looking for the path the night
wants me to take.
Light, where is the light?
Light the fire, if you have desire!
Thunder, rushing wind, nothingness.
Black night, black stone.
Don’t let your whole life go by in the dark.
Evidently the only way to find the path is to
set fire to my own life!
I see myself in this poem at times.
Dreams forgotten or discarded, stumbling in this direction and that, in the darkness, hoping to find them again.
Poets and theology remind us that we are souls with bodies and our souls never forget what we are meant to do, how we are meant to live.
Maybe it’s time to set fire to the life you’re trapped within in order to generate enough light to once again find the life you were meant to lead.
Maybe you are the spark someone close to you needs to get that started.