Memorial (The Night Of Fire).

davmor73

 

Fire, sweet fire, a surging joy at midnight

Sears the soul, racks to ashes all my fears;

In soul-surrendered peace, I weep. Such tears,

As time and chance I spurn, submit to light

And kneel; yet still I see, and feel the might

Of every raging flame as twilight nears.

I clasp my hands, the breath of praise He hears

As embers fade, reclaimed by dying night.

Unholy dawn: a nightmare's seething spawn

Unleashes time, casts down each witch black hour

To fire-forsaken sands; the sun I scorn

And all its tainted rays, for midnight's power

Commands the soul to rise in fire reborn

And rest in rose light's heavenly flower.

 

 

 

  • Author: davmor73 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2017 02:49
  • Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration comes from Pascal\\\'s famous Memorial. The final line is a reference to the Empyrean white rose at the end of Dante\\\'s Paradiso.
  • Category: Religion
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