These days not all know of the comfort of a fireplace; but one family knows of its warmth. This family has been through many a trying day. They are neither rich of wealth nor poor.
However they are rich in their souls.
Perhaps the fireplace has something to do with their wealth of spirit.
From the nights the family gathers round to weather out the storm.
To telling stories or even cooking a marshmallow over its blaze.
The fire place protects the family.
It might not be much more than bricks but it is alive.
When wet from rain it sizzles away.
When cold it grows ever stronger.
But oh how we have error-ed in our ways .
This is the only family that knows of its warmth, its wonder, its life, and its protection!
Now fireplace has been replaced by something of illusion.The illusion has created anger in most and fear in more. Its plague has infected nearly all and zombified them in its gaze.
This family has overcome the plague and shall forever be free.
For the fire place protects, and the plague only enslaves.
Why would anyone want any different than to sit in wonder of the fire places beauty?
