Come I Poem by Edith Niemeyer

[Verse 1]

Come I where the pathway
Borrows lavender from dawn,
Where yesterday's ashes
Have forgotten they were gone.

No thunder calls my footsteps,
No fire demands its due—
Just a feather turning softly
Where an older sorrow grew.

And within my hand, a keeping,
Woven bronze and quiet flame,
Holds a phoenix without fury—
Rebirth has learned my name.

[Pre-Chorus]

Not every rising
Needs a battle cry.
Sometimes becoming
Is simply asking why—

Then walking on.

[Chorus]

Rise softly, Phoenix, rise,
Let no burning fill the skies.
Carry what the fire taught,
Leave behind what need not cross.

Alexandrite, change with light,
Purple dusk to morning bright.
What was broken need not end—
It may simply
become again.

[Verse 2]

Amazing Grace lies waiting
Where the flowers meet the stone,
And a hummingbird keeps secrets
Only singing hearts have known.

Dogwood leans toward heaven,
Tulips gather by the way,
While a melody unwritten
Finds its voice without a page.

Farther up the pathway,
Something changes as I go—
Not the woman who first entered,
But the things she's learned to know.

[Chorus]

Rise softly, Phoenix, rise,
Not from anger—toward the light.
Let your wings be less of fire,
More the shape of new desire.

Alexandrite, turn and gleam,
Keeper of the changing dream.
What was lost is not returned—
Something different
has been born.

[Bridge]

For God so loved the world...

And perhaps love's strangest wonder
Is not that it saves the same—
But that after all the burning,
We are free to change our name.

Ash remembers fire.
Feathers remember sky.
The heart remembers music
Long after sound goes by.

And farther still—
the Phoenix softens.

Not weaker.

Wiser.

[Final Chorus]

Rise softly, Phoenix, rise,
Majesty need never shout.
Open wings above the pathway,
Let the gentler flame come out.

Carry faith within the metal,
Grace within each woven line,
And where Alexandrite changes,
Let becoming change with time.

No ending owns forever.
No ashes have the final say.
The Phoenix does not conquer—

She becomes
along the way.

[Outro]

A love song
never written in words...

A love song
never forgotten.

And farther up the pathway—

she comes.