Ash

The End.

Flesh turns to ashes.
Small,
fine,
dusty,
black
pile of ash.
What remains.

A steady
wind
blows.
A slow,
quiet
wind.
Ashes join the sky.
Gone.
What remains?

Beautiful,
exquisite
jewels.
Ornate designs.
Breathtaking colors.
Indescribable details.
What remains!

Only uncovered
once the end comes.
When we understand what truly matters.
When we see what He has always seen.



Lord, let me not despise this burning fire of refinement.
Whatever you need to burn away within me, do it.
Let my heart have more worth than ash.
More purpose than plain dust.