Flame of Love

I'm reading The Book of Creation by Philip Newell, and found this prayer from the Celtic tradition, one that was said or chanted with the lighting of the morning fire:
    I will kindle my fire this morning
    In the presence of the holy angels of heaven. . .

I don't light a fire each day in this house with its central heating, but there is a band of angels keeping watch on my piano these weeks of Advent, and each wintry Sunday evening at Faith House Fellowship we kindle a fire.

The prayer continues: 
      God, kindle Thou in my heart within
        A flame of love to my neighbour,
        To my foe, to my friend, to my kindred all. . .
        O Son of the loveliest Mary,
        From the lowliest thing that liveth,
        To the Name that is highest of all.

A flame of love. Perhaps it is like the flames I was looking at last night, discovering that through the light of one flame I could see the light of another. A flame of love for my neighbor, foe, friend. . . for all living things and for the One whose fire of love holds us all.

Last Sunday evening we kindled our weekly fire at Faith House Fellowship, and sang "When the night becomes dark, your love, O Lord, is a fire" and "Within our darkest night, you kindle the fire that never dies away," both Taize songs.

What might it be like, to pray that prayer each morning, and to sing one of those songs each night?