Bound by Fire

by: Ratu Nida

In the warmth of the communal fire, we find solidarity, courage, and healing, illustrating the poignant truth that healing is an act of communion.

When courage calls, it starts as a whisper,

a quiet pulse beneath the noise,

a spark that dances in the hollow of doubt,

a light that holds, though shadows shout.

We are gathered here, hands bound by fire,

carrying the weight and gift of hope.

To lead is to see the mountain high,

to feel fear but choose to climb.

Courage is a choice, not a given thing,

it’s the deep, relentless drum within,

a heartbeat rising against the silence of fear,

a truth we bear, fierce & real.

Do we shrink, or do we rise,

to vast and towering skies?

Do we let the dark decide our dawn,

or light the path that carries on?

For every storm has rivers of rain,

for every wall, there is a crack to break.

Change is not a solitary shout,

but a chorus, a wild and wondrous thing.

So let us stand, heart to heart, shoulder to shoulder,

bound by a fire that never tires.

Blaze with purpose, heal what’s broken,

Craft with hands of dreamers, thinkers, and builders.

This is the fire we share, the light we give

a flame that rises to forge anew,

a world reborn; for me, for you.