The Cities We Burn

The air over this land is thick with incense

vapors rising from the ancient cities we burn

papyrus curling blackened in the flame

When all is ash we will plant our seeds

row upon row of second guesses waiting for the sun

and the faraway harvest

Scour the earth for missing pieces

until the rains come and all the rest falls away

washed out to the sea and lost in strange lands

When we’ve gathered in the harvest

and scorched the barren fields

we too will join the sweeping current

and let ourselves be carried away into rapture

Happy Sunday!

Photo by Karsten Würth (@karsten.wuerth) on Unsplash

10 thoughts on “The Cities We Burn

  1. Rhen Laird

    This line really resonates within me: “When all is ash we will plant our seeds”. I’ve learned that when all has burned to ash in my life, I need to hang on, as the harvest will be rich and splendid! Great work, as always.

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      1. Rhen Laird

        You’re right–I wonder if you’d permit me to use it as my blog’s tagline? You can say NO, it won’t hurt my feelings 🙂 I could include your name as original author.

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