Flaming Tree

Image credit: Marcin Perkowski/Shutterstock.com

Image credit: Marcin Perkowski/Shutterstock.com

At end of times
The people come
To see the flaming tree
On porches dark
Awash with blood
They fall upon their knees
And little hopes
Are cut adrift
By slow and harsh degrees

The flaming tree
Will burn the ground
And shine eternally
Our spirits lost
Like flotsam cut
Adrift on endless seas
Yet crueller still
The mewing cries
Of those still so in need
Before the flames
We offer up
Our hearts so they may bleed

At end of times
The people come
To see the flaming tree
One soul is saved
But little one
It isn’t you or me

(c) Helen M Valentina 2016

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Flaming Tree

  1. Wonderful, Helen I did hope I would be saved but at least I’ll be with my friends.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s