A tiny spark ignites
The forest floor ablaze
Red-hot flames surge upward
Heavens eclipsed by haze
Fire consumes the thicket
Exposing blackened earth
A perfect bed prepared
Awaiting the new birthÂ
Old sequoia smolders
Its pulse proceeds to pound
Dozens of roasted cones
Shed their seeds to the ground
Nature sings a melody
To the rhythm of the rain
In harmony the sunlight
Warms the wet terrain
Under the towering giants
I marvel with surprise
Pushing up from the ashes
Tender seedlings rise.
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Hi Debbie, I wanted to get in touch to say how much this poem amazed me! I feel as though I have been ‘going through the fire’ lately! A few days before reading your poem I had been reading about Shadrach, Meshach and Abed-Nego – marveling at their incredible attitude and how God delivered them without a hair on their head singed! I also remembered a phrase that I felt God impress upon my heart around 10 years ago, which was this: “Faith is wrought in the furnace of opposition.” So when I then read this poem (I had no idea about the Sequoia), I was just stunned. Thank you so much for this, it’s a wonderful poem and incredibly personal and encouraging to me.
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Angela, I appreciate your interpretation of “The Spark.” Thank you for sharing your insight with me. I agree that adversity builds godly character. I am familiar with the Bible story you mentioned, and I also remember there was a “fourth man” in the fire who delivered Shadrach, Meschach, and Abed-Nego. The fourth man was Jesus Christ, our rescuer and savior. He will never leave you. Hold fast in prayer. Blessings, Debbie.
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Loved the poem!
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Thanks Ann!
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