Gather all the fallen wood of pain;

the storm's torn leavings lying in heaps

in hollows where loss has left great cavities.

Heap the broken pieces of the past,

shreds of now unneeded, unused,

pruned away old growth, dropped to open

space for new blooms, new growth, new fruit.

Take the torch of healing fire

and put alight the pile,

allowing all its death to give

new heat, warmth and light.