I don't know how this ends,
don't know how we can go back
to being as we were,
don't know, either,
if there's enough of a way forward
to see us through the fire
And I don't want us to pass through
without being transformed -
crucible purified, phoenix transfigured,
rising out of the ashes
with nothing of our former bondage,
chains gone, rags burnt away,
so the shining truth of us
stands clear.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2020
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