Into a world of darkness, of mix-ups and madness
Comes a plain purple phoenix to bring light to the blackness.
The phoenix is small. His feathers are soft but sharp.
To look into his eyes is to look into his heart.
He says, “I come to bring light. I come to bring sun.
I’m here to do the thing no one else can get done.”
Wherever he flies, a brilliant light shines from his eyes,
Lighting the way from shore to shore, and sky to distant sky.
But just now as he soars a ball clips his wing.
Now a hailstorm of tomatoes. Now a rock hurled from a sling.
Looking down, the phoenix sees a thick cloud coming his way.
The people gathered below throw this, that, and everything to chase him away.
“I’m here to help,” says the phoenix. “Don’t you want to see?”
People shout from the shadows, “We see just fine without you, so leave!”
It turns out for the phoenix many people don’t like him.
They are perfectly happy to remain in the Darkness and fight him.
Others are just plain scared, because if he lights up the skies
They can’t ignore the world around them, and they can’t run and hide.
But the phoenix goes on, lighting up homes in the night.
No one is too deep in the Dark that his fire can’t light up their life.
Glimmer and glow, shimmer and shine,
Like a star come to earth, the phoenix beams bright.
But the brighter he shines, the bigger the shadows
That rise up to oppose him, like storm clouds fighting a rainbow.
Suddenly the Darkness seems darker than ever before.
And the phoenix, maybe, just maybe, just might lose this war.
Thunder. Lightning. Fierce Darkness. Blue flame.
A battle flashed in the heavens, and on the earth just the same.
The phoenix falls to the water, an ember fizzling without even a shout.
Like the world’s last candle that the Darkness blew out.
Now it’s pitch black. Night black. Black as a cave, empty and cold.
The thought slowly sinks in: The phoenix really was the Light of the World.
“What have we done,” says one. “If only we’d known,” says another.
“Now we’re stuck in deep, dank Darkness, without light, without color.”
There comes a strange cry, a choir of sadness and fear.
Though it’s too dark to see, you can still hear the tears.
Blindness. Lightless. Gloom everywhere.
But wait…. What’s that? A crackle? A flicker? A tiny dim flare?
“Look there!” come the voices. There was something to see.
A little fire blooming where the phoenix fell into the sea.
How can it be? Can we believe our eyes?
The flame bursts on the water. Something starts to rise.
Bigger and brighter. More glorious than ever.
The phoenix is back, shimmering like the sun, moon, and heaven.
The world should have known that the phoenix would win.
That’s what he was meant to do–rise again!
The phoenix pushes back the blackness. He brings warmth out of the Dark.
He gave his life to light up your world. Will you let him light up your heart?
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