The Dimming Embers – a poem
The Dimming Embers
Into the dimming embers Men blow.
Fire lights exploding, in the glow!
Timbers falling on dusted earth.
Then from the sky, tears of Life falling.
Quenching the thirst of landed seeds.
Leafing into new days of timbers rising!
And so it shall be.
After dimming embers glow.
From fire dusted bark, we grow.
~philippe berthiaume 3/2/2014