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e a wildfire; You took the world by storm. Strong and bright you burned Until you, too, were consumed Like a phoenix that meets its end in smoke and flames. Like a phoenix, you’ll rise again, Changed.</p><p id="1ba8">So, let the soul and gray ash fly.</p><p id="8298">Fly to all those places you loved, Falling in the footprints you left behind On the majestic mountains so high they took your breath away, On the waves that crash and strive until they meet the sunrise, Over the paths through rolling green hills in faraway lands. Then, when the ashes in the urn are almost spent, Lay down the remnants of a life fully lived in the grassy field of your father’s fathers. Let

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the ash settle, nestling into the welcoming ground And finally, Rest.</p><p id="0967">Written for the prompt:</p><div id="732b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/keepers-of-the-ash-05a5ce88fdcc"> <div> <div> <h2>Keepers of the Ash</h2> <div><h3>A prompt for the dead of winter</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*9O_h6Kgen-6B0UNKYlHJwA.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK

Fire and Ash

A eulogy

Photo by Rostyslav Savchyn on Unsplash

Each candle burns Until its life thread reaches the end. But your life was like a wildfire; You took the world by storm. Strong and bright you burned Until you, too, were consumed Like a phoenix that meets its end in smoke and flames. Like a phoenix, you’ll rise again, Changed.

So, let the soul and gray ash fly.

Fly to all those places you loved, Falling in the footprints you left behind On the majestic mountains so high they took your breath away, On the waves that crash and strive until they meet the sunrise, Over the paths through rolling green hills in faraway lands. Then, when the ashes in the urn are almost spent, Lay down the remnants of a life fully lived in the grassy field of your father’s fathers. Let the ash settle, nestling into the welcoming ground And finally, Rest.

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