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.