The Compassionate Hearth

The hearth, the heart, a glowing, central core,
Radiates warmth, far more than simple heat.
It draws us in, to gather and adore,
A sacred space, where weary spirits meet.

The dancing flames, a mesmerizing gaze,
Reflect the stories told in flickering light,
Through winter's chill, and life's perplexing maze,
It offers solace, banishing the night.

It felt the weight of burdens, gently laid,
The quiet worries, whispered in the gloom,
The tender comfort, silently conveyed,
Dispelling shadows, filling every room.

A living entity, benevolent and kind,
Its steady pulse, the rhythm of our days,
A magnetic pull, that leaves no one behind,
Through life's unpredictable and winding ways.

It saw the children, gathered close and tight,
Their faces lit by fire's golden gleam,
The shared silences, bathed in amber light,
A cherished haven, like a waking dream.

This compassionate hearth, a constant friend,
The emotional core, unwavering and true,
Where troubled thoughts can finally transcend,
And spirits find a gentle, soft review.

It symbolizes peace, a deep, abiding grace,
A timeless comfort, in its steady glow,
The very essence of this cherished place,
Where love and solace endlessly will flow.

- Khushi Kaul