The Ash

An ending
A beginning
We burn down
To create anew.
We face the end in despair,
But glance up toward hope.
Sorrow that seeps out of destruction
Is reminded by the bud, the blade,
Of the warmth from an ember
Grappling, inching up,
down, sideways
To create the light of renewal
that lays in wait
Time and time again.

From Susan Ceely Philips