Ashes..

Studied silence;
broken occasionally
whet my appetite;
keep me hopeful
hanging precariously;
on bare promises
ready and willing..

Out of the ashes
You fan the embers
Feed the hearth
and stoke some more
You relentlessly ignite
a passion beyond your control

A little wind,
and you’re out of your depth
Haunted by the cross you wield;
Torn between your pains;
our pleasure,
and surrendering without measure
to the One whom you pledge
to serve and uphold

Love to hate you
with all of me,
I’d rather keep fallen;
With all of me
In love with you
The long silences
enjoyed by you,
leaves me;
Breathless…

©Amaka Paul 2020

Image:Pixabay

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