The Flame

by Dieu

In the beginning
There was goodness
and goodness was all I knew.

I remember my mother-
her eyes spoke their meaning,
words of wisdom unknown to me then.
She understood
even before I did-
there is a flame inside
that cannot be put out.
You carry it with you
and as long as you
are alive,
it will be there.

In the beginning
there was goodness,
and in the end,
you will smile
as all will be understood.