Resurrection Inspiration

It’s there

I can feel it again.

It had been so cold- 

the ground frozen over

barren

time stopped

bitter algor- 

it’s breath turning to ice all it touches.

pray pray- the spark 

that had been so hard fought for

still present, 

hidden in the cold shell 

how had the ice blown in so fast?

Freeze the flame, mid flicker

stillness pierces harsh break

slow drip began

the trill of the melting ice growing

the spark, ember

heat pulsating until 

the flame 

burns, consumes the ice

once again to emerge

It’s low, its hot

It’s there

I can feel it again