Old Roots, New Growth

From old roots, new growth.

Anchored in mother-earth’s soil,

Kept safe and well fed.

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Now comes the storm clouds.

Pregnant with promise of rain.

Cleansing what’s been hurt.

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It brings with it wind.

Swells of discarnate power.

Fanning flames of death.

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Fire tears it all down.

Mourn not. In its wake rises,

Life sinless and new.