A fire
on a sunny day
was something only my imagination
and God
could dream up.
First
the sound of crashing glass
the sight of
nothing
and the smell of burnt
burnt nothing.
Burnt Everything.
My life--the books, the poems,
the letters
the photos.
But not everything.
The memories,
the love, the life
rose like a phoenix.
On a sunny day
when nothing--
"Nothing," I said,
"Could make me sad on such a
beautiful day."
I challenged God
He rose like a Phoenix
in my faith,
from the ashes He came
as life.
6/6/08
small edit 5/9/09
Author notes
I'm not sure I like this but it's but something I've been trying to say for a while now so I'm throwing this out there. Please let me know what you think! Thanks!
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