burning fires

Inside us lies the cold ashes of fires previously burned, sometimes for heat, sometimes from rage.  Inside now lies the remaining embers of fires burned for sustenance; fires burned to light our way and clear our path.  Giving thanks to the elements and beings that give of themselves so we may have our bright flames and lingering embers, we realize we are one small and significant piece of the unfolding story. What stories will be told around the fires when I'm no longer here?