Sweeping remains
as ashes
from a fire
Your blaze rendered
complete
Leaving only
burnished beauty
to desire
Fallen
descended
from arms of old
No longer necessary
Your story
has been told
Clinging
to wet earth
In mourning tears
of rain
Waiting
for winter winds
When
you will rise
again.
Wendy/2012
We are having rain after many very dry weeks. Outside it is fresh, cool, and colorful!
Blessings ~ Wendy
“So it will be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable…” 1 Corinthians 15: 42