Scarred. Shattered. Aggrieved.
Like an extinguished fire
Like a dying flower
Perceived to be gone, lost forever...
But beneath the ashes, embers glimmer
And amidst stones lie diamonds...
Could this just be nature's coincidence?
Or is this a Divine Ordinance?
Nothing of His creation is merely an existence
No predicament, no happiness, bears irrelevance
Every circumstance bears a significance
A mystery that only time can unravel
A wisdom that, in time, minds would marvel
And as embers return back to glory
By a slight gust of flurry
And roses bloom once more to splendor
By a slight sprinkle of shower
So, would you, O' agonized soul
Rise once again from the ashes, elevated;
Purified. Renewed. Recreated.
