This ash

This ash
did not appear out of nowhere
it was picked up in the depths of the deep
in the darkness
and then
with the breath of the beloved
it was brought to beauty again.

This ash
did not magically appear out of nothing.
something
had to burn
something
had to die
to make the life of sea and sky
of you and I.

This ash
was the life once of stars
that burst and broke
before the beginning of time.
Did the Gods cry?
Did the heavens weep?
when the stars died in a dazzling display
when the world was still asleep?

This ash
this very ash
that brought your mother into life
that held you in her womb
is the same ash
that will break and burst
on your last breath
that will be buried into oblivion
only to be birthed and blown into
the next living thing.

So do not worry about tomorrow
this ash will die one day
but for now, you are alive
but for now, you have arrived.