As Inscribed On My Norwegian Wood Stove

As Inscribed On My Norwegian Wood Stove
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In Norwegian’s gentle, whispered grace,
I lay my fire to rest, a warm embrace.
As I dig down my fire, with my heart open wide,
May your grace forever, in its warm glow reside.
As evening falls, the day’s light is gone,
I pray to God, let this fire live on.


Translation One

“I rake my fire

Late in the evening

When the day is over

God let my fire

Never burn out.”

I rake my fire as the day grows dim,
Let not the flame extinguish, ever bright,
Late in the evening, my soul within.
In the quiet hours of the tranquil night.
When daylight wanes, and shadows play,
In twilight’s hush, my plea is heard above,
I turn to God, this fire to stay.
A fire eternal, a symbol of love.


Translation two

“I am digging down my fire late at night

when the day is over,

Please God don’t ever let my fire burn out”


I dig my fire deep, late in the night’s embrace,
Let its ember’s warmth forever inspire,
When the day has faded, and stars take their place.
Please, God, protect this ember’s gentle gleam,
A flame enduring, your spirit, my heart’s desire.
Don’t let my fire vanish, from this life’s grand scheme.

Translation three

“I dig down my fire Late at night

When the day is over God, give my fire

Never to extinguish”


Oh, God, I implore, as I tend to this flame,
as I dig down my fire, in the hush of the night,
Bestow it your blessings, and speak out your name.
As the day takes its rest, in the soft, fading light.
In the stillness that comes when the world’s put to bed,
Let it burn ever brightly, through life’s darkest hours,
I turn to the heavens, where my hopes are widespread.
An eternal beacon, as flames curl like flowers.
May this fire of mine, in your love, never wane,
In the stillness of night, let your mercy descend.
May it shine through the trials, through joy, and through pain.
Lord keep my fire burning, until the very end.

I tend to my fire, late at night’s embrace,
In the still of the eve, by the fire’s warm light,
When the day’s journey ends, in that quiet space.
I find solace and peace, in the calm of the night.
Oh, Lord, I pray, let this flame ever glow,
With each crackle and spark, in its flickering dance,
May it never wither, in the darkness’s flow.
As I seek your presence, your gentle, loving glance.
I tend to its embers, the ashes, in prayer and in trust,
For this fire that burns, in the stillness of night,
It reminds me your love, like fire is reborn from ash dust.
It is a symbol of hope, my internal fire, a spiritual light.
As the night wraps around, like a comforting shroud,
Let my internal fire endure, let my faith never die,
I humbly beseech you, oh God, ever proud.
Let my flame be a beacon of faith, reaching to the sky.
May it burn ever bright, as a symbol of grace,
I commit to your care, this fire in my chest.
Oh Lord, in your love, let my spirit find its place.
And in the silence of night, let my home be blessed.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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