O that noble bird
Whose feathers
Are collected in the light,

Shall be set aflame
By the torches of the order,
And, those ashes scattered
By dark winds across the land.

Yet behold,
The quickening breath
Shall gather the ashes together again,

And, from them
Shall arise that brilliant fiery bird
Whose faith is like unto the ancients.

So too,
Shall the glow of each feather
Illuminate the skies,

And open up the heavens
For the ascension
Of the Phoenix rising.

5-27-06