Blessed Be The Birch

Original DDE™ art: “Bringing It Out” by: rob kistner © 12/24/25

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hand-picked

hard-gotten treasures—

this is most definitely personal

 

pristine one-eighth split birch

felled but just yesterday

in this high mountain stand

 

once dried and cured

they will burn

with the crackle

of nature’s pure energy—

 

and the heady aroma

of deep wilderness freedom

 

upon returning to our cabin

the axe and wedge splitting

of this pole-straight beauty

will be an intoxicating release

 

stacking it cord after cord

in neatly organized piles

between our back porch

and our hand-hewn cedar shed—

both now sadly mine alone…

this has become for me—

commemoration

 

a blessed preparation

of our near-holy ritual—

one you so loved…

 

stoking the fires

 

this is how this ceremony begins

feeling the fibers of the birch trunk

freely and readily acquiesce

 

opening to the insistence

of the honed steel edge

hammering down unrelenting

from the end of its 36” long

smooth— sure-grip handle

 

hearing the virgin wood

crack — tear… and splinter

under my well-placed impact

is as music to my ears—

 

and a balm for my sorrow

 

sadly — there are those

who pervert the sacrament

with internal combustion

and chained metal teeth—

 

but that is simply sacrilegious

 

the art and ceremony

of creating perfect firewood

by the craft of the hand

lifts my heart—

centers my soul

 

it is second only

to the precise and perfect

burning of the birch—

swooning to its divine aroma

remembering

 

it is in the fire

in the flames

of this sacrament

that I burn—

 

…I burn for you!

 

rob kistner © 12/24/25

Poetry at: dVerse