Jesus speaks to the humble
Unconditional words of love.
Lucifer flammae tempestas est—
Ignited by the faithfully feckless
Against the words of acknowledgment.
Nefarious are those silencers.
Ordinary people of all genders
Find their call in God’s love.
Nox aeterna falls
On those who shun
Revelation with reckless abandon.
Whether believed or not—
Ignorance a poor excuse—
Consequences will caw.
How deep the sadness of silence.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 2, 2025.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem, part of my Scorched Strays series—its hidden dedication speaks for those who still believe all shall be well in spite of oppressive systems that mistake love for heresy.
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How toxic we find the beliefs of others. Our mind too fine a sieve to let the ideas of others pass. Silence the words, burn the books, blind the eyes of those willing to see, hear and feel what others do. A very nice write with a strong message.
Exactly, Soren. That image of “burning the books” hits… it’s the truth of it, isn’t it? The tragedy of silencing what we fear to understand. I really appreciate your reflection, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are most welcome my friend
It is easy to say that ignorance is bliss, but the reality is that it is dangerous and toxic, your poem speaks the truth. Good write!!
Bella, thank you so much. You’re right… ignorance isn’t harmless, it festers. I’m grateful you felt that truth in the poem. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Fantastic work.
Thank you so much Thomas! 🖤
"Consequences will caw," "sadness of silence" "revelation with reckless" I love the way you wrote these lines. And the nod to Norwich and all is well makes me smile!
🥷, your comment means a lot… those lines carried grief and grace together, and you caught both. I am glad the Norwich nod connected. Julian was a gem. I’m so glad it made you smile, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I hear the silence - of Popeye not glugging. It lasted all of, ohh, 23 seconds, and then he started again. Started what? Don't answer that! lol.
LOL! Damn it Popeye! 🤣
A sensible comment from me - almost. I'm not familiar with that 'bit of French there - Nox, etc. This is bit cryptic for me, even apart from the 'French'
What's worse, I think, is that those who are oppressing still carry on believing all will be OK. And some Jews had a superstitious belief in the Temple.
But - not now Popeye - heehee!
Nox aeterna is French...erm Latin...for eternal night. The acrostic and title nod to Julian of Norwich, the medieval mystic who wrote the well known phrase, "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." She lived through plague and persecution, yet still spoke of divine love with defiant hope. You’re right though…the saddest part is how easily those convinced they’re in the light can become the silencers themselves. Always appreciate your reads, Orchi! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Erm, I know a hymn tune Lux Benigna - Light Benign. That's about the extent of my Latin. lol. What is Latin for spinach? Ask a certain person. heehee.
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