I Bank the Logs

My image


The embers break
Like porcelain
And shatter in a
Flickering of sparks.

I bank the logs,
Reflective of
Those careless firebrands
That further blacked
The charred remains
Of self,
And check to see
That all the sparks
Are dead, the dampers right,
Forgiveness lit and living
In my soul.

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