Resurrection’s fire burns
Indelible scars
across a slumbering soul
Taking captive
the essence of brokenness.
The holiness of dawn,
As darkness is overcome,
Burns brighter than the dreams
of a dying man
for those who have nothing left to give.
Fragile awareness of simplicity
Is so precarious, seldom grasped,
But as we stop,
the presence assures us
The candlelight is still there
And will continue flickering
Until its subtle wind
Lets us fly again.