Ashes and Dust


A weary dreamer lays her head
on trodden hope and makeshift bed
of broken dreams, of words unsaid,
and faded flowers fallen dead.
But among bravery’s last remains,
stretching forth from dreams once slain,
emerges loveliness from bleak terrain–
a newfound promise fresh as rain.
A hopeful dreamer, continue she must—
building strength on faith and trust
that her Father washes clean the rust— 
a beauty risen from ashes and dust.

Ashes and Dust // a poem about beauty