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
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Happy Sunday!
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Photo by Karsten Würth (@karsten.wuerth) on Unsplash
The Light is On 
10 responses to “The Cities We Burn”
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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So glad you enjoyed it (: and that’s a message we all would benefit from remembering, I think!
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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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I’d be honored! I appreciate you asking (:
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Thank you much…and yes, I was raised to be polite and ask first 🙂
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Check it out! 🙂
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It’s great (:
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🙂
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Love this piece!
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Much appreciated (:
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