Embers glow in the soul of a man,
deposited in the heart's fathoms by the unseen hand of love.
Sorrows, life's painful gifts, can fan The Embers into holy Flame.
For some the flame grows and casts this adopted light
almost carelessly, to a dark world.
For others, these gifts bring lasting dispair,
and the The Embers glow slowly fades and dies.
Copyright © HighWave Brian | Year Posted 2018
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