The carriers of hope move through the earth, walking among the hungry ones. Those that hunger and thirst can be seen as glowing coals waiting for the fire to grown within. The burning one is walking and seeking those that are looking for their fire to grow.

They are waiting to be overcome with light and then flare the fuel in them that waits eagerly for the kindling.

It is the job of small pieces of kindling to be gently placed upon those coals that have been waiting for a bit of fuel to once again, bring into flame the passion for the remembered fire that blazed within them. A small amount of the spirit is enough to once again, bring the banked fire once again into the heat of fire that can be seen. The warmth begins to radiate out and be a place to rest and bask at.

It is the gift to be the giver of that small amount of spirit, to be the donkey that has the small pieces of kindling fire starters to lay upon the banked fires. To gently walk among the glowing coals in the darkness’ and encourage them, once again to be blazing light that illuminates and radiates to the hungry ones to be the lights in the darkness of the world.

There is joy within the donkey servant that brings that small amount of encouragement to help, once again to a seen flicker of fire. To bring a handful of fuel to create the heat of spirit. To tell the ones that within them that it is good and right to become a carrier of kindling too.

The larger and larger flames begin to grow until the small fires radiate the heat of love and laughter of smiles among the people as it grows. Drawn to the place they know that this can occur once more. The hunger is beginning to be satisfied within with tears of joy. Knowing this is the reason they are together.

The donkey moves along with it’s kindling. Quietly looking for that glow that shows hunger for those thin and light burdens of fuel that once more will fan the fire into a blaze of satisfying joy. The yoke of the wood is easy and well placed to carry. It is early morning as the night fades and eagerness of gathering begins again.

The small donkey knows it’s mission continues and the smile within him grows and becomes visible as the tears flow once again. The shepherd opens the gate and the he moves again, eager to obey.

It’s pretty good. Jack