Poetry

Poem: Smoke Rising

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When the clouds roll across the sky in dark billows,

When a thousand wandering tears fall weeping on your pillow,

When the thunder echoes through the lonely chambers,

May you hear the song of angles amid the burning ambers.

 

Miles of smoke rise where the earth meets sky,

A burned remain, where a city once lie,

Jezebel seducing with tempting bait,

Sat too long by the city gate.

Sat too long by the city gate.

 

Hot coals in the lap, will only get you burned,

Hot fire will reach you, Hot flames will meet you,

Hot coals will teach you, Teach you to discern.

 

And though the days seem endless waiting,

 Tell your soul to keep on praising.

The Flame’s not meant to destroy,

Just clean the dross from the ol’ alloy.

 

His looking glass you can not see,

His good will bring you – bended knee,

For in the days ahead you’ll need,

The lessons here to keep you free.

 

Hot coals in the lap, will only get you burned,

Hot fire will reach you, Hot flames will meet you,

Hot coals will teach you, Teach you to discern.

Poem by:  Christina Dawson