Phoenix Rising

I sit among the ashes, remants of a broken life. A life filled with disappointments, failure, and loss.

I look around through the rubble and I find no hope, no peace. I am a man undone.

I weep for the life that I had, I rage at the man I have become. The bottle was my only escape, so I dive in.

But there is no hope in the whiskey, there is no future for an alchoholic. Only pain, humiliation and death.

Suddenly the heavens open up and its ramparts of light stream through the clouds. I stare in wonder at the majesty of a master I had abandoned. I can hear him calling me, to stand on my feet,

He beckons me to leave the ashes and follow him. Slowly I stand, I throw the bottle from me and I begin to walk.

Farther and farther we go, there were times of pain and sickness, but still I walked,

Gradually the pains were less common and so was the illness. Suddenly I was no longer walking on the ground, but rather in the air.

Higher and higher, I climbed. Until we came to a point where he told me to stop. Here I was to go a little slower, to enjoy the new life I was given. I was no longer among the ashes. Like a great phonenix I rose.