A dying forest needs a forest fire
The flames smoldering hot
Slowly decomposing the weeds
As well as the living inhabitants

Nothing is forever
Once the flames have gone
From the ashes and remains
Arises new life and abundance

It is then that the lonely forest
can flourish in rebirth and
become stronger than before.

A lonely human needs suffering
The pain smoldering hot
Slowly tearing at your heart
Decomposing the ego

But nothing is forever
Once the dispair has gone
From your soul
Arises knowledge and strength

It is then that the lonely human
Is free in rebirth and
Becomes stronger than before.

I only see the gray
of the rainbow stained skies
Every hour of Every day
I can only improvise

In the past it was easy
since the laughs were sincere
and in the moment briefly
there was no such thing as fear

And now I sit indifferent
but in anguish all the same
seemingly irrelevant
with nothing and no one to blame

lightning never
sees its fire burning
the trees

absent and forlorn
as love can be.

I can feel your
thunder on the
mountainside.

we will tame
the ashes, fan the flames,
and the pray the sky
returns to calm
forgetful sleep.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

And then, so I wouldn’t weep with the injustice of it all,
I gave all the tension in my body to my feet.
As they pounded down the dirt track,
the cold mountain air screamed down my throat and set fire to my lungs. For a time it was just me racing the wind,
until the fire within engulfed me
and flame met the earth in a whisper-sweet embrace

Muddled thought, I tried to mend.
Unanswered questions, I cannot comprehend.
Poor heart was loaded with burdens;
feels like these took my haven.

I wondered the steps I'm still going to take.
Asked myself if this is for my own sake.
Cried out my vivid feeling;
hope that God was listening.

Filthy desire of freedom wanted to burst out,
before this heart's hope burnt out.
Time came when I wanted to disappear;
my soul was swollen with fear.

Days and weeks passed by;
a part of me was waiting for a lullaby.
I was hoping to filled this emptiness,
There might someone who couldn't careless.

I was trying to cope this feeling alone.
Wanted to go back in my comfort zone.
Eventually this tired heart surrendered.
Longed to God for me to be spurred.

One day, as the breeze touched my skin,
looking at the people whom to me were akin.
And as the sun glint onto my body,
I just suddenly perceived the love of the Almighty.

I presumed that this was the changed,
when I finally decided my struggles to be laid.
This was the reason why my soul was awaken.
He heard my bawl; carried all my burdens.

God brought my feet again on the track,
No worries for I know He got my back.
This tired heart finds rest on His arm,
Assuming this cold spirit will finally be given warm.

every morning i wake up
aching

eyes closed
i count out my fingers
and toes

still there when i open
my eyes i know

it is you
that is missing