Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Linda M. Crate- A Poem

edification by fire 
I am an autumn phoenix burning;
I will rise from the ashes of my
flame, whether or not you’re still
standing beside me; I burn away
at all the things that make flawed;
edifying the pieces of me that are
painted in inky black hands, You
tilt my head toward the sun; blue
flames encircle my body faster now —
but I will be revived a new person
with new lilts and new lilies in my
soul; cleansed white by Your hand.

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