Time To Rebuild Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ashes settle, cool
and grey,
A clearing for a newer day.
The trembling hands begin to lift
The heavy stone, the
broken shift.

No longer building what
was there,
No fragile glass or hollow air.
Instead, a fortress made
of bone,
With boundaries carved in
solid stone.

The mortar cures, the pillars rise,
Beneath the wide, unforgiven skies.
A window placed to catch the light,
A sturdy door to lock the night.

The garden grows between
the seams,
Where waking life replaces dreams.
The walls are thick, the foundation deep,
A safer place to love and sleep.