Image: Melanie Kyer
Spark
In her long life, my mother sewed a hundred fabric bags. .
When filled with oats and heated they stay warm for hours.
We still have several, treasured more than gold.
I used to keep one at my feet on winter nights.
But now I hold it tight in my arms instead.
I sink into its warmth as if it were my mother’s heart.
Exuding protection from the storms of life.
My feet are cold, but in this moment, my heart needs it more.
Above all, friends, remember: Guard your heart.
Be mindful when your spirit needs renewal.
Turn away from icy winds that reach to steal your joy.
Throughout the dark of Lent, be sure your inner flame stays lit.
Shelter it fiercely, feed it tinder when you can:
A chocolate kiss, a cuddle from a pet.
Allow the Holy Spirit to breathe softly on the embers of your soul.
Only the nurtured spark survives to pass its warmth to others.
And others, oh so many, need your spark.
Melanie Kyer
February 7, 2026