SPARK POEM

We are but ash that yearns to fly
yet cannot reach the distant sky
for heavy with such guilt at birth
we cannot but fall back to earth

Some life must burn for our renewal
we're chained down by this need for fuel
the soaring spark that tries to rise
to rejoin heaven, quickly dies

But if we could only feed on deeds
on meeting other people's needs
and caring for the sick and lost
an endless flight would have no cost

But no one asked advice of me
alas, there's no such alchemy
and all too soon, that soaring spark
goes out, and leaves us in the dark