From a blessing destroyed

It was a blessing
destroyed, erased from
its short existence in
an act of violence,
a song so silenced that
the roar was deafening.
Yet he took the ashes,
the cold cinders, the
muted stone, the charred
pieces, the heart remnants,
the song’s last echo before
it all vanished in a
final, choking whimper;
he took it and made
a new hope.

Photograph: Dazeye by Nancy Rosback. Used with permission.