Pilot Light Keepers

The furnace of my soul lives somewhere north of my waist, and south of my breath
Undisclosed, its location, a confessional space
Hidden deep inside my human form
Noticeable only when awakened for heat and counsel.

My very life is tethered to the health of its inaudible and invisible flame
Consciousness and enlightenment appear as its greatest guardian.

And when its light is threatened, or pilot light left wavering like an abandoned child
It is then, those darkest of human hours
Where I strain to hear the distant and fast approaching calls of my rescuers
A select and divine view, trained and deployed by what appears to be God herself
In service to my flame eternal.

The most challenging of roles, my pilot light keepers
Child, friend, and true love
May each of you see your light in mine
For eternal I would not be without you.