Ashes

Fireplace

 

The soul, free of its many fetters
dancing as firelight
glowing red-hot, like iron
ready to be shaped by tempered hands
until all is left but ashes
and the memories they contain.

Author: Andrew Mackay

Writer, sociologist, Unitarian Universalist seminarian (joint MDiv/MSW starting Fall 2020).

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