There, look, see –
in the place where the wind
blew the brush fire through,
the summer pasture burned
every blade of quiet grass, cremated
every ground-hugging insect, chased
every feral rabbit toward
the safety of the wet creek;
the wildflowers are blooming,
bright sky bluebonnets,
red-orange flames of Indian paintbrushes,
tiny yellow-sunned coreopsis, thicker here
than any part of the unscarred field,
a phoenix of color lifting from the ashes,
a benediction rising from the flames.
Author’s Notes: This poem was first published in Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life, published by The Upper Room, in their “Resilience” issue, in 2012.
It was published again in the anthology, Stones Before the Ocean, published by Hewson Books, in 2016.
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