Out of the fire, something to eat,
Out of the chaos, something sweet;
As sure as the sunrise from darkness is torn,
After the heartache, Hope is reborn.
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My husband and I stumbled across a delightful blueberry patch growing in an area devastated by fire. What a delicious promise that the very things in life that distress and challenge us can be the beginning of something beautiful and fruitful – if we will allow them to transform us.
Image courtesy of Brian Gaynor Photography
Poverty stalks around railway bend,
Where ignorance breeds its progeny vile;
This is where death and madness contend,
Where misty obscurity dulls each mile.
Who will step out of the shadows now,
And block His passage to innocent child?
Who will lift banner and force His bow –
To relinquish the lost, save the defiled?
Plague and destruction will mark His ingress
As blinded, we see Him, and sound no alarm –
Hooded, He’s coming, His footsteps are sure,
His fangs will spare no one, His progress spells harm.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 