A poem for Scott,
a man I wish I'd known better.

From the Sun and Sand
Rise Ashes beyond the Sky
Leaving Us to
Mend our Hearts
And Ponder the Wondrous
Miracles Arising out of Grief.
Again we Know that
a Healed Flower
is Stronger than
after it Sprouted from Seed;
the Seed
that needed the Love
of its Ancestors
in the form of
decomposed leaves.
in the Dark Remains
of those who Lived and Loved
in the Light of Day,
Powerful Beginnings Emerge.
Death fuels Life.

Wayne's Writings