There is beauty in these ashes:
right here in this middle place,
not beauty from full healing
and all my tears erased.
There is beauty in these ashes:
a heart that's learned to grieve,
that holds on loosely to this life
and with new vision sees.
There is beauty in these ashes:
the appreciation of little things,
deep breaths, legs that run
green leaves and flowering trees.
There is beauty in these ashes:
from seeing death firsthand,
there are mysteries of living
I more fully understand.
There is beauty in these ashes:
because I look for beauty today,
tomorrow is not guaranteed
Heaven is not far away.
There is beauty in these ashes:
God's work has just begun,
I'm not waiting for a cure
grief's work is never done.
There is beauty in these ashes:
hands that hold both joy and tears,
learning to move forward
while facing all my fears.
There is beauty in these ashes:
because God sits in them with me,
I don't have to escape my ashes
to experience His beauty.
