Rising Up From the Ashes

Rising up from the ashes A long and desolate desert lays before me The parching heat The dry morning sun The promise of another long and lonely day Seems all-enveloping A fire smolders in the distance Smoke is rising in a thick Cloud All has burnt There is nothing left but ashes What was once before ... Is no longer As I rise from the ashes I see a beautiful, quiet stream of water Far removed Way beyond the desert So still and peaceful Yet so refreshing As the noonday dawns The hope that lies before me Seems to pull me towards The pool of refreshing water That never seems to end Majestic in its quality The desert seems so far removed From my mind Once was Is no more A new and wondrous me emerges Rising up from the ashes Unrecognizable GRACE DAUB MAY 8 2009 ** A VISION OF ME AFTER THE GRIEF HAS SUBSIDED