Ascension By Fire
The silent news spoke
Nothing of my grief, the fire
Came after the smoke
Children, grandchildren
Were'nt lollipops of the flames
Choking on prayers
The serpent's eyes red
Looked, and from our fortress fled
Staining just one room
With the ash of sin
Investment here of its doom
Without rain or tears
Throw the old things out
Burnt furniture, wet clothes scarred
With water and dirt
Human life is more
Than grief can measure in loss
This, yet we endure
Carol, dear, and John
Give Candice my love's regard
We shall build again
The phoenix in us
Resist the yearning in dust
To fracture our trust
We rise, and we rise
The spark above leaping fire
Death is love disguised,
The balm of the skies
We believe and do not need
The germ in the seed.
Let old visions die
Frail vanity now disposed
Fresh faith from it grows
For in this despair
Our safety meant God is here
Life is only grace.
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