Out of Ashes

Can it be true that from ashes rise
a life renewed, when dreams have died?

When all that’s held as sacred, sure,
flees from grasp, and nought endures.

When vows are void, and backs are turned
on all that’s promised, all yearnings spurned.

Each doorway closed, the bolts are shot
on second chances, all claims forgot.

Facing death in all things dear
Where none’s redeemed, for all your tears.

Forsaken, sunk to lowest hell;
Who’d come to save, or sorrows quell?

Then in the gloom, a flickering flame
Begins to burn and take on frame.

A gentle hand takes hold of mine,
Touches my heart, its wounds to bind.

Deep in my soul - an ashen mound -
A spark of hope at last is found.

I lift my head towards His light,
Hold out my arms, awaiting flight.

When all at once, on zephyrs borne:
A phoenix rises to a brand new dawn.