Sunday, August 15, 2010

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.

8 comments:

H. Gillham said...

Morning.

Poetry with coffee...

Ahhh.

"the heart remnants.... he took it and made it a new hope."

Don't we all need to do that?

Great way to start the day...

katdish said...

Okay...loved this.

But what are you talking about? Inquiring minds wanna know...

Cassandra Frear said...

Beauty from ashes: our life in God.

My heart knew immediately.

Kathleen Overby said...

New hope always needed and wanted.

Duane Scott said...

How God can mend a broken heart. I loved this, GLynN!

Red Letter Believers said...

Having lived this, I understand exactly what you are saying

Linda said...

I'm running out of words Glynn. This spoke to my heart in such a profound way. I've been there and there is such truth in these beautiful words.

Sandra Heska King said...

Making a new hope. Oh.