Within the ash that, in midnight-hearth
Smolders gently with yesterday’s flame:
There, too, is the promise of tomorrow.
New kindled fire. New warmth. New birth.I, too, like hearth-ash smoking,
Or like squirrel-stolen seed,
Contain within me multitudes.
I, too, am as the sun-in-evening:
Within my end, the beginning.
Within beginning, end.And, yes, like the wildfire;
Like the old forests;
Like the sun-in-morning:
I, too, shall end. All things pass.
But this is the covenant –These times shall come round again.
Nothing dies that lives.
So live, ‘til living fades.
And fade, until the dawn.
This piece gives me hope. Still quite proud of it.
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