Revival

Revival

A Poem by Emily B
"

written after a weekend at an 1805 Kentucky Camp Meeting

"


Like the ember
smouldering
unseen in the ashes,
my heart will someday
flame passionately.
One breath--
is all I need
to change this
seeming-charred soul
into a
furious
fire.

© 2009 Emily B


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That's all it takes and sometime it can come from sources we least expect. One moment you're feeling down and the next completely rejuvenated and ready to conquer the world. I love the allusion of rising from your own ashes like a phoenix here.

Posted 16 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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I believe you, Emily!
A smartly styled, profoundly intense bit of work--whose emotional heat I can feel from here.
Powerful!


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Righteous... Compelling... Honest

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great wonderful feeling in this poem, very powerful and beautiful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yep...that is all it takes

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fantastic title and excellent piece...you are a master at saying so much in so little...this is a great feeling you have expressed...like a breath of fresh air...wonderful...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Really good! "One breath is all I need" great feel to this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

u have that wonderful knack of saying a lot with few words. i can feel the passion beneath the surface, ticking away. i'm sure that breath will come. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmmmm, Emily Burns..I take it that this was not a revival "camp meeting"?
Unless the preacher was a handsome fellow.
I love short poems, that make my imagination run wild, this one is no exception.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so many thoughts... all kinds of life being God-breathed; Spirit as Wind; this story i heard once about DL Moody; what it is to be an ember, stirred; how the char is only a thin veneer, and beneath is still the flame, entombed... but mostly this: to everything a season; a time to smoulder, a time to burn.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so beautiful and true, you are always blazing.


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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