Rebuilding Ancient Ruins of the Heart

The ruins of my life have all been forgotten. What is left of the pile of rubble that crumbled from the mighty fall of the monument to grandiosity born of deepest hurt,and all that I had to do in order to consecrate an altar of recompense as each vital cog was pulled away from the foundation because of all that has been lost. In the prescence of my struggle my adversaries which implded from within and the tyrrany of enemies that came down upon my head with a gavel of injustice only added insult to injury. I was forsaken in a shattered pile of the pieces of pottery which displayed all that once was laid to smolder. I found solace and comfort in chasing a single charred remnant of ash the grey smoke carried in the wind;and at times I thought I was about to catch the piece as it touched upon a grey rock foundation of another edifice in ruins only to see it take to the air just out of reach of my hand. I was relieved to hold a single fragment of black ash out in the palm of my hand,but I noticed a single orange flame still burning slowly. I held the fallen,dark black piece of ash between my thumb and forefinger and examined it intently turning it over and over not to be burned by the tiny flame. I held the hot ash lit by orange fire to my lips. As I looked up to the sky and said aloud:"Lord this single piece of charred ash is all I have of my life. I will trust you with rebuilding my life if you alone will be even as this spark of flame upon a charred remnant held in my hand. Be the ember that ignites a new purpose that only you can set off,licking flame and ascending the entire mountainous plain."