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.
