Sweeping Phoenix Poem by Angie M..

perched upon a crumbling wall of stone
solid still, a mirage of pink,
crosses the way...

and we watch
in an all knowing.

All understanding,
as ash by ash, the space below
is cleansed
ash by ash is blown
and your presence purifies.

There is no need to pray,
the glory revealing
invited to be among the
virtue that unravels
a storm of conquering
and loyalty

warm is the breeze
and then it's sharp
the eye that preserves.