Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Phoenix

The Phoenix

When smoke and dust have given way,
When ashes settle, soft and still,
When rainbow’s end falls cold and gray,
A phoenix borne of Hope and Will
Shall rise to sweep it all aside
And light the gloom where shadows hide.

The firebird, aloft, lends proof:
There is but one eternal Truth.

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