Popping up from the soot
springs a flower nourished from this soil.
It needed the food of old pines sacrificed
so it should not have, new of life in toil.
Then there, in the corner of your eye
is seen a patch, of brightest green.
Where at one time there was nothing, but dried needles
of an old pine floor, one had seen.
There is no doubt about it, we are changing all the time.
Like the butterfly, ready to push his way out of the cocoon,
Unnecessary thoughts from the past weighs our heart, hopes and dreams
it is time to break-free from our fears, insecurities, apprehensions, the false evidence appearing real (lies)
Like the forest after, a raging fire storm
all of its trees and brushes, burnt to the ground.
Bringing forth from ashes, God gives new life
from burnt embers, He will form.
Alas! Out comes the beauty from ashes burn
God takes His hands and forms a new.
So that God’s lessons might be learned
And bring about, a newer you.