Remnant

Beauty
Turns into ashes
Are the ashes beautiful?
Or is the beauty just ashes
A remnant of former things?
Who gave time....wings?
Memories fly away
Adorning the blue sky
I'm left with empty hands
Left wondering why.
Yesterdays laughter
Is the haunted silence of today
A chill in a moment
And the moment has its way.
Yesterdays sunshine
Is today's survival mode
Warm and surrounded
Becomes scared and alone.
What can I paint with ashes
What do I have to say
And if I do will anybody
Listen anyway?
Time has not expired
The end is not in sight
But everything is backwards
Will it ever be made right?
The panoramic quilt
That used to be my life
Is in a million pieces
And my visions become blind
Can holy Hands guide me
As I stitch this piece by piece
Will They create a picture
Thats beautiful for me
Broken just a remnant
All that I can do
Is wait pray and wonder
Depending all on You.