Out of the Ash
By Rebecca Lindsay
A blast,
a catastrophic splintering
that snapped titan trunks
like asparagus in a cook’s hand—
On that fateful day
living wood shattered
screaming as it fell,
radiating outward
from the epicenter
of a mountain gone mad.
Ash snowed, reigned,
sifted into pockets, crevices,
creating instant desolation
that stunned gawkers to disbelief.
But now, after a space,
a span of natural time,
in the hollow core
of this weathered stump,
rooted in the residue
of that dreadful day,
grows a delicate blue flower.
Out of the ash, beauty,
Out of the darkness, light,
Out of the chaos, new order,
Out of death, comes life.
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