The Phoenix-Tree

I do not write much poetry. I think it. Today I was inspired. I had to say this. I didn't know why until I went to save it to my hard drive. There is a song I wrote some time ago which I have been searching for. None of my papers had it and I could not find it on my computer. I feared it was a casualty with the computer which was destroyed by a virus a few years ago. When I saved this, I found what I was looking for. Thank you, Jesus. There is a purpose in everything.

The Phoenix-Tree

What’s in a life?
For me, another is lost. It drops like fruit. I am lost.
Like a tree in a forest I fall without a sound.
Decay overwhelms me. I am no more.

The fires rage and burn. I am consumed.
From the ashes I rise again. The Phoenix-Tree.

I live again.
The storms return in force. I am broken and crushed.
Again the branches break. The bark is opened. I bleed.
Cut me down and let me burn. It is over.

The cycle goes.
I rise and I fall. I live and I die. My lives are expiring. How many remain?
My hope is my future. There is so little in hand.
The oak has become paper. Strength is nothingness.

The fires rage and burn. I am consumed.
From the ashes I rise again. The Phoenix-Tree.

Hope again.
To rise again is the hope of life. Tears feed the soil. The germ sprouts.
The pain of learning. To dream is better. Where is the bridge?
The future is before me. The flames rage around. I am a sprout.