When She Breathes Again

This week is one of introspection for many—on souls loved and lost. So, we pause to ponder the echoes of fire and ash. A volcano’s eruption reminds us that even the strongest forces bear grief and must weaken to renew—and strengthen. The chaos reshapes land—and spirit.

From the ash, new life begins.

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The giant rises, stirs in silence

Before its rousing roar;

Its grief in our spirit, not just in stone

The sky drew breath before it soared.

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Tongues of flame curl in the night,

A loud roar tearing calm;

The mountain’s fire, bursts of grief,

Shakes decades of quiet and peace.

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What lies beneath the mountain’s soil

Crawls in full, or part, to the top;

So, it burns what it reaps not

And what no longer serves.

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The fire cools, its soil reshapes

The new form of the world;

From ashes’ cradle, new spirit made

Life charts its own return.

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The giant sleeps once more —

But in perfect slumber,

Her dreams of green

Of peace on every shore.

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