Hold on, hold on
Life will rise
Greening over
The burnt bits the ashes
Pain fades and
One day
You will open your hand and
Watch it go
Smoke curling into the sky
And what will be left, you ask
You, eternal, beautiful you
Standing tall
Waving in the currents
Of the wind.
~ Claire Gryffn
On a walk in a nearby nature reserve we came across a hill that had burned down a few years ago. I marveled at the intense green of the moss in such sharp contrast with the blackened stumps still around. I realized what so many others---thousands, millions, billions maybe---have realized before: no matter how painful, how devastated, how burnt and dead, there is always the chance for resurrection, maybe not in the same form, but in some other way that could be even more beautiful than before. I have always loved the thought that hearts need to be broken to allow the light in.
Blessed be.
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