After the fight,
Death on all sides.
Wounded, I choke
On dust and smoke.
Left for dead
On the field,
My heart screams,
“Please, save me!”
Heaven’s sparks fall
And melt the shell
That’s made my heart
So cold and hard.
Tendrils of smoke curl
As defenses burn
Away while I die.
Still the ashes lie.
A soft breeze blows
The dry dust away.
Kindling a small flame
As new life grows.
Feathers unfurl.
Heart springs to life.
Lungs with fresh air fill.
New eyes open wide.
I see birds of flame
Gently bending down
Helping the dying
To catch holy fire.
Young wings of light beat
Against the scorched dirt
Spraying sparks and dust
While achieving lift.
Hearing a loud cry
I come alongside
Knowing the deep pain
Of true life denied.
The mind clings to death,
An unwelcome friend,
For fear of losing
Its soul-killing gains.
New life and hope arise
As the hard walls dissolve
In streaming phoenix tears’
Healing flow of Love-Light.
Lovely poem and very meaningful. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful, Bill. I’m guessing this is something you wrote?
Jen
Thank you, Jen, Yes, I wrote this poem. Thank you for reading and commenting!