Reforming the Phoenix

Like the flaming feathers of a Phoenix
Shifting and moving
To do what is necessary to fly
To soar in that sky of bliss

But He never flew
Not even when he had the chance

Instead, He sent up others
Who needed to heal

Finding peace in their happiness

But His peace was never complete
As He never did fly,

But maybe we fly in death,
Finally finding peace,
Never to return

And in His bliss
He will help others find their peace

So they too can fly.
But only to heal,
For they must come down

And join all others
To become a flaming feather
And maybe - just maybe
Reform the Phoenix