Let Joy Wake Us (Poem)

smoke and ash haze the sky

their murk a blind concealing the sun

nothing new in this fire

the world has always burned

even in the coldest ice

knowing this

do we see only the flames

or choose to rest and look beyond

to the clear light from the moon and stars

our own awareness as it abides

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