Hestia the goddess of the hearth roams the world

these days.

Looking for a home to reside in that isn't torn 

apart by divorce.

Loss of a loved one strives for comfort, but not when the lover

is lost soon after.

There is no hearth to reside in at schools, hearts displaced

during long hours.

Longing for their bed, their home, their dog, their friend, there's

little thing to be done.

So she brings her hearth to them.

It's a toll to take, as fire never travels well withought an iron casing and

long lasting fuel.

The tired minds and bodies of earths denziens are hardly cased in iron,

maybe in cynacism.

The only place left is the heart not the hearth, still beating onward to the beat

of the day's hustle.

The heart is where she dwells now. Lighting a fire in those that she can, struggling

to stay burning in the thin layer she reaches.

No longer the goddess of the hearth, but goddess of your heart.