From Ashes Beauty Is Formed
She wakes in a half dream,
In ash-green and crimson
Flower etch print gown.
A natural olive cream tint
To her complexion.
Flawless is her love
In a world of imperfection.
Her head bent down
Full of tangle brown
And blond waves,
With arms outstretched.
Richness through Lent.
Spiritually filled.
Spiritually led.
Wisps of obscure doves’
Flicker and scatter,
Contrariwise
And rise upwards
The ash-green sky;
Chasing away
The ill-spoiled yoke.
Giving way
To quench
The thirst of pure Love.
From ashes,
Beauty is formed from the sowing.
4/13/2020
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