The One Who Holds the Ember

The old storytellers say
There is a guardian who keeps
the first warmth of the world—
the spark gifted before memory,
The courage was shaped before fear learned its name.

He teaches that strength
is not the roar that scatters shadows,
but the steady breath
that steadies the trembling earth within us.
That healing is slow work.
like coaxing dawn from a night
that refuses to end.

Those who come seeking guidance
are reminded gently:
A heart is not mended by hiding it.
but by letting its fire be seen—
not to burn,
but to remember
Why was it given in the first place?

And so the elders whisper:
walk with patience,
walk with truth,
for the one who guards the ember
guards it for all of us.