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  • Rachel DeVore Fogarty


A tulip poplar In my backyard was struck by lightning the sudden terrible crack covered its beloved trunk with a spider web of blue flame. the acrid smell of charred wood lasted for weeks. It stood, a withering ruin; Stark, lifeless- Smoldering. One moment began the rot that would consume it. I wonder what chance moment will come and cover me with a web of blue flame and reveal my molding self- Can what lies rotten in me flower again? And what of grace? Will it bloom?

Published on the Ancient Paths Facebook page on October 19, 2019

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