This poem was actually inspired by a tv programme. I watched an old episode of 'Lewis' one evening which featured a group who used the phoenix as a symbol of what they were trying to do for people. And it got me thinking …
See flames burning their way through my life,
See all my old plans go up in smoke,
See the ashes of my life crumble.
Will this be the end of all my hopes?
Yet amid the ashes see the egg –
Symbol of the new life that can rise,
Born of fire, purified and stronger,
Looking on to where the future lies.
See my life begin again anew,
Rising like a phoenix from the flames.
New plans, new hopes, new determination.
Who knows if anything will be the same.
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