The Wild Soul

The Immortal Rose

Journey down my
Memory lane
Lead to ruined mansions
burned to ashes

Four walls burned my
Old photos in
Smoke and melted
Them to pieces

In dust and soot
The past lay torn
Up and lost
On earthy patches

Green sprouted through
The packed ashen dust
Up into light
Near windows agape

What burst in bloom?
A precious red rose
Deeply moved
By rhythms of grace

The face of the Son
The leaves arched to,
Touched heaven
And restored its birthplace

-Morgan C. Hicks