Sin: never a thing I’d pondered
what with those heathen gods,
my inheritance.
Thus begs the question:
to bear or to relinquish?
Age leaving its marks of greyness
on these eyes of ivory
burdened with doubt.
Thus calls the answer:
set flame and have your freedom.
And so does my body return to dust:
vital again, vibrant again, once again.
Lashed thus to this ancient bark to die,
burning to ash: am I now clean? Am I reborn at last?
Time, foul enemy of glory,
would you so strip away
such bliss and such mirth?
Still we give this counsel:
set flame and know your freedom.
Spirit! No spirit had I honored
until my very own crumbled
before my eyes.
And so does my body return to dust:
vital again, vibrant again, once again.
Lashed thus to this ancient bark to die,
burning to ash: am I now clean? Am I reborn at last?
Clarity at last!
Such respite at last!
To again know mirth,
and at last to see rebirth!
Anguish disappeared!
Regret disappeared!
Repentance needs not here, for
it is but a flame in the woods…
Spirit! No spirit had I honored
until my very own crumbled
before my eyes.
Set
Flame
Know Freedom
Set
Flame
Know Freedom
Set
Flame
Know Freedom
Set
Flame
Know Freedom