The ashen ground lay still hot,
With memory of fires burning,
Of life force curling in it’s flames,
And yet,
A silent revolution takes place,
Deep under burning soil,
Is a last hoorah for life in flux,
Root erupts
Supple and moist,
From a fragile,
but protective encasement,
Root unravels,
Tendril uncoils in and through rich packed earth,
From the depths it tunnels up,
up,
Closer to the light,
To the day,
To the fire it longs to challenge,
New life finds a way,
As if to say,
No,
No,
Not today
Tag: fire
Apocalyptic Change
The world is in pain,
It burns fire,
As bombs fall,
As the ground breaks open in despair,
There is so much pain,
This is the Apocalypse,
It has happened before
It shall happen again,
Great changes are here,
Are coming,
The question is what we
The people do next,
Do we fall, and freeze,
Or do we heed the call
The herald for changes,
The world is changing,
We are changing too.
This Inferno
We are burning
We are bombing,
In a self-made Apocalypse,
Who will save us?
When thee who made us
Provided free will capacities,
This is on us,
Regardless of what you believe in,
Fix it, unless
You choose this end,
With riches and ash,
Profit and pain,
War and climate change,
Neighbors are fleeing,
A hell we have made,
And so many close eyes, head down, to pray,
“Do something!” The universe screams,
Your prayers alone are a selfish salve,
Ignoring your personal investment in this terror,
“Too little too late,” the skeptics say,
But why add fuel to this raging inferno?
Sanctuaries
Sanctuaries burn,
Lost are histories, memories,
Artifacts turned to ash,
Only stories are those locked in physical memory,
Lost are homes for souls in search of space,
In search of sacred ground,
Sanctuaries burn,
The world over,
And tears fall,
Tears fall,
That cannot out the flames.
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