In deep despair, where dreams are nightmares,
I found myself, broken in spirit beyond repair.
By grace, from the wreckage, I surfaced anew,
In the heart of darkness, I received my rescue.
I’ve been salvaged from the shadows so deep,
Like a phoenix rising through a flaming heap.
The trials and tribulations, they lit up my way,
Through the tempest’s fury, as I bowed to pray.
With each affliction, or scar, a lesson learned,
In a baptism by fire, my fledgling faith burned.
I’ve been salvaged, a survivor, strong and free,
For in the shadow of death, I was shown a key.
Now I soar on eagles wings, of love and grace,
With a heart redeemed by His soothing embrace.
I’ve been salvaged, and I will never be the same,
Through the storms of life, His praise proclaim.
My neighbour was out on her porch
Reciting the Bible by torch
When up flew a moth
As big as a Goth
Baptism by fire is just, "scorch" . . . .
beat, bellow and decay,
is there nothing more,
cold liquid crimson,
colorful tainting,
fallen from within,
down dark corduroy,
to the bridge's end,
descending stairway,
plunge into the abyss,
baptism by fire,
cauterized spirit,
fresh wounds pass away,
clear the dross,
to set the stage,
away with held breathe,
how it kills us,
to learn, to listen,
freedom within dependence,
the scent of melon,
the night fragrant,
senses awakened,
memories lead on,
through velvet poetry,
softly sleep soothes,
lines drawn with the shades,
where sand buries lies,
these translucent chameleons,
change like water,
the cages weaken,
relinquish their quarry
He squealed,
Like a pig in heat
Praising God for he believed
He sat, 2 years old
And he looked at the lord
Drew an angels breath
Swatted a toy
A bird that could not fly
Meant for another mans eye
Gramp's died
took a colorado bound plane
in the seat pocket in front
was a small toy ostrich
I shoved it deep into my pocket
I could not say why
When I got home
a sickness ensued
with pink cottage cheese chunks
Filled up the sink
and i withered in pain
He died
It came
on the window pane
it was white like a ghost
did not appear on french toast
it was like a laser etching
awoke to the bird symbol awakening
and i had that toy
same exact size
and this symbol on the window
with every feather perfectly detailed
could be traced from the toy to the window
difference was that the tail was composed many fine, white, smooth flowing, intermingling lines
translucent, and seen best by brightest daylight
I thought it was condensation
that it would fade away
but it remained
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Ashless shall thee
For a moment
Or forever be
Fair Lady, forsake what has passed
Partake of purification
Walk with me upon love's life path
Into baptism by fire
Manifestation in its touch
Beyond these tabernacles
Desire or lust
To the heart of spirits conversing
Where no spoken word is needing
But yet if
It shall be a gift floating
Like breaths of the songbird singing
Or swallowed butterflies wild
And trails dancing
Lit by starlight smiles
And Spring will nevermore
Be, just one day
Or a mere season
But in sense
Shall be all in one feeling
To bring the bells
The bells of wedding
When wills are aligned
It is time
For exhales to be echoed from the dark