Phoenix Risen
Beneath the smoldering ash
   the promise of renewal did lay,
When the finger of God stirred
   what fading embers remained.

First the head, then all the rest,
   a fowl out of death's nest did rise,
Radiant and all shiny new,
   wings spread ready for the skies.

Side to side, then straight ahead
   sapphire eyes have seen it all before,
And with but one mighty winged clap
   the Legend in us does lift to soar.

Phoenix risen.

by J Alan R
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