Dry Wood

Moments in time

Dry like wood,

So much potential lies cold.

Along came a storm—

Wind blowing, purpose stirring;

Hope was presented.

Sparks ignite.

Dry wood begins to heat;

Community and mission fan the flame.

For years overlooked,

Fuel of praise and promotion poured over—

With the crackle of applause, the fire grew.

Fun and laughter,

Relationships that matter,

Memories filled with warmth.

Stages, beaches, and dresses,

Trophies in hues of red and orange,

Created vision for a brighter blaze.

Yet breeze and purpose move in the night;

Not all fuel sustains the flame.

Tears of sorrow dampen the conditions.

Embers of what once was

Left to smolder—

Fast and flashy does not sustain.

A stirring of the ashes,

Flickers of passion and friendship burn on—

Dry wood rekindles ...