heartaches aside,
like a phoenix in valor,
final vows and final stands
from ashes we rise
and let our wings be as our spirits;
for those with wax in their veins
shall melt and fall into dust.
those with fire in their eyes
shall rise to Elysian peaks
nearly unsoiled,
yet a man's flaws may be
a means of his salvation,
the driving forces of redemption
shall churn as the cogs
of chaos and armageddon
invariably must turn
tying us all together
in the blood bond
we call existence
the very atoms of our souls
trembling,
awaiting ascension.
I make my stand now.
Patrick Szwaja
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-save-our-souls/
