Ashes

Do you hear the clouds above,
Forged in shadow, fire and mist?
Within my silent heart they're covering
All the ashes of my weeping.
And from the depths of the flames
Grows therein--in simplicity--
The purity of God's love.

When shadows call from twilight's grasp,
The silver moonbeam fades to ash.
The songs of peril rise with longing
Beyond the realm where mist and starlight meet.
And from the depths of the flames
Grows therein--in simplicity--
The purity of God's love.

25 July 2007 by Glen Alan Woods