Breath of a Dragon’s
The pile of ashes is all that remains
It’s hard to remember the before
We sit in the ashes
Sifting the ashes
The grey blowing ashes
Searching for what remains
Is there life?
Or will there be?
And yet,
Life probes the edges
Seeking to enter again
When we start a fire we
Turn green into red then black then grey
Those pathways we followed are incinerated
Our vistas devoured by tongues
Sucking dry all that was life
Oh how our hearts break
Oh how we plead to the heavens
If only we knew
If only we could start again
If only we could throw away our flames
The words, the fists, the angry retort
But the flames grow
The dragon circles the earth
And breathes the fires that shrivel life.
How can we transform what is shattered?
How can we turn ashes into seeds?
How can we turn scars into skin?
Will immolated relationships begin to breathe again?
Turn our anger into understanding
Help us to find life in the barren rocks
Soften our eyes to see another
May our tears moisten and wash us clean
So we can embrace our darkness and be embraced
And nurture the fruitfulness of God’s garden.
Lidvald Haugen-Strand
August 10, 2022
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