Fire Comes in Many Hopes and Sizes

Fire comes in many hopes and sizes:
Open a heart and you may find a star
Raging to be seen across Creation,
Though most are destined not to shine so far.
Yet others flame just when wind arises,

Flickering till some door is left ajar.
In you I see a quiet celebration:
Vivid embers rippling with reprises,
Enduring radiance no rain might mar.