Woodfire: part one

Rolling in while it is still and dark. Cross legged on a blanket feeding the fire, now burning strong, that was started by one small match last night. This is the beginning of a special kind of miracle, a special kind of wonder. Wisdom visits, with stories and quiet company. He adds his presence to the workers as they see the day in from dark to grey, always feeding the fire.
After dawn the kiln speaks, a quiet roar telling of the transformation that is about to occur. They listen, learning from it and replying with wood. Always more wood. Wood to feed it's hunger, wood to aid its magic.
The workers speak quietly, reading a prayer over their fire, over the new day.

Almighty God our heavenly Father, you declare your glory and 

show forth your handiwork in the heavens and in the earth: Deliver 

us in our various occupations from the service of self alone, that we 

might do the work you give us to do in truth and Beauty and for the
common good; for the sake of hi who come among us as one who serves,
 your Son Jesus  Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and
 the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen
(Book of Common Prayer, Collect for Vocation in Daily Work)