Pile of ashes dead and cold;

Mound of regret, stale and old;

Lifeless and unmoving, hope itself disproving.

Yet, with Your breath of life essence

The ashes turn evanescent.

Beneath the death was found an ember Illuminating the night, producing fresh light.

Flourishing within the unknown;

Emerging as the seed long since sown.

Set forth to ignite with truth and love.

Sent out with purpose from above.

Blaze and burn with passion for Christ

A flame that could never be dulled or iced.

©️Rachel D. Lyne 2019