The Ember Lives ~ Poem

Quinacridone Forest by Paul Bailey Click on photo for more information.

THE EMBER LIVES

Hidden beneath fear

In the ambient light of sanity

I discovered a place,

A covey of filtered light

Where yearning met

its demise, no match

for the potent breath of quiet.

Life exhaled inflamed

the ember, hope rising,

its heated voice beating

out the rhythmic pulse

of  laughter so rare

falling blithely

it denounced

Sadness

Sorrow

Despair.

Power snaked  into a tight

little ball, a boundless circle

of energy looking for an edge,

as the wave lingered, faltered,

fell quiet, breathless, uncertain

losing sight of the path it spilled

molten, gut-fed tears upon the

earthen floor.

Too  long untended,

no power remained accessible.

No aid fanned the flame,

no second wind  rose up,

grown slow, sullen, slack,

silent, the miracle ember

withdrew, wearing the

blackened cloak of

yesterday, it cowered

in darkness. Alone.

But I know now.

The ember lives.

©Dorothy Sander 2013