Beauty For Ashes
She comes bearing gifts.
(I know she must!)
I have to believe
(since I know in whom I trust)
that within the mussed,
the pierced, bare-shouldered
paucity of her youth
lies some sweeet and, oh, so
merciful truth...
Like Tara
raising up a Scarlett
in the ashes of her burning,
I am (with, I'll admit, some difficulty)
learning
that every step into the smoky shadow
bequeaths something shining
and Divine...
something uniquely,
blessedly,
written in the stars,
mine.
