A Little Bit

A little bit of kindness, to each other now and then;
A little bit of blindness to the faults of others when;
A little bit of happiness, a lively Guiding smile;
A little bit of friendship, we’ll find it’s all worthwhile


Camp Magic

Camp Magic burns with the pattern of fire
Some years it burns like a bonfire
Stoked with fuel that’s aged and ready
And some years the flames die down
Because the fuel burns away
Down to the last ember
Its time spent – until so few flames are left
That their tiny blue presence is hard to detect
But the essence is there
It takes new fuel to rebuild a fire
And new staff is fuel
Too full of outside life, to blaze life fuel from the past
The new fuel needs time to dry itself out
Of all the world’s bigotry, hatred, negativity
But once it’s on the fire for awhile
Its dampness dissipates
And the new fuel begins to blaze
Different than before, but just as brilliant
The trick is to add the new fuel as the fire burns
Not to wait to rebuild from ashes
The fire will never remain the same
And some years it will burn more
Brightly than other
But all the essence will still be contained
In the bed of ashes underneath
Just like the Indians, at the end of every year
One small ember in a protective green leaf
And put it in a safe place in our hearts
That way next year all we have to do
Is find some teeny tiny tinder and put it
On out cherished ember and blow

Jamie Moe

The Quiet Fire

by Sushana Vittaldev


Quiet is the fire,
Quiet are the dreams,
Quiet are the passions, the laughter and the streams.
Quiet is the fire that sooths the moment.
Quiet is the fire it’s like a snow bird in flight,
Lie still, lie still and take in the moment.
For we shall remember how to dream,
it’s like watching a Quiet is the fire…
For a quiet fire is like timeless echoes in the winds.
A quiet fire can soothe a lonely soul in passing.
Quiet is the fire…
A quiet fire can take you over in a moment, it is magic,
A quiet fire can burn deep within your soul for hope,
For peace and for love,
Quiet is the fire to hear a silent whisper and think of love.
Quiet is the fire.
Quiet is the moment
Quiet is the time for laughter
Quiet is the time for hope
Quiet is the time for passion


Sam eased the pack on his shoulders, and went over anxiously in his mind all the things that he had stowed in it, wondering if he had forgotten anything: his chief treasure, his cooking gear; and the little box of salt that he always carried and refilled when he could; […] flint and tinder; woollen hose; linen; various small belongings of his master’s that Frodo had forgotten and Sam had stowed to bring them out in triumph when they were called for. He went through them all.

“Rope!” he muttered. “No rope! And only last night you said to yourself: ‘Sam, what about a bit of rope? You’ll want it, if you haven’t got it.’ Well, I’ll want it. I can’t get it now.”

– JRR Tolkin, Fellowship of the Ring