RESURRECTION

Peter Woodgate

Life is but a spark in the eternal furnace of the cosmos,

But sparks fly, like a swift, never seeming to tire.

They hop and jump, like an insect avoiding

The crushing step of a carefree infant.

They spit and hiss like a wild kitten

Afraid and unaware of intended kindness

And they burn;

Burn, like my desire for knowledge of the unknown,

Burn, like my mind, asking a thousand questions

That can never be answered,

Burn, like my passion for life

And the never-ending joys and sorrows this brings,

And they die;

For death is but an ember,

An ember of a once-great fire,

A fire that will again burn bright

Fuelled by tenderness, love and understanding.

 

This true wisdom,

Gained by the passing of time,

Will allow us to rise,

Rise like the wonderful Phoenix

From the ashes of near destruction

To the glory destined for mankind.

 

 

       Copyright  Peter Woodgate  Published 1984