It Is a Thing With Teeth and Claws– Not Feathers.

I sat in ash for many days
That turned to weeks and months and years
but then a light broke overhead
and burned away my many tears.

And hope which had seemed far away
destroyed my bitter castle walls
and broke down every door and gate
and threw to flames my many palls.

I waited not for an event
but for change inside
and when He speaks the monsters sit
and sheep no longer hide.