A homey fireplace warms a lover’s heart

But only ashes see the morning light.

The joy of newlyweds is torn apart

As flames devour a dream home by moonlight.

Ashes mimicked snowflakes drifting gently

On nine-eleven as the towers fell.

Death camp ashes spewed out from a chimney

As millions faced despair in man-made hell.

Some flames grow to refine and purify

Before corruption can deform and scar.

The Spirit fire descends to glorify 

And heal the broken-hearted fallen star.

This fire does not leave ashes in its wake

But spreads a love to conquer all heartache.