Monday, June 01, 2009

Prayer #68: Flaming


Prayer #68: Flaming


The black-clad leaders teach us of an evil
Housed in flame and wrapped in molten ash --
A spirit so engulfed in sin, the light
Around it never penetrates.
Just dies.

Yet black-clad leaders also teach of good
That's carried in swift flight on avian back --
A spirit so essential, that its core
Must manifest in purest, whitest flame.

I stretch my palms toward both. I feel the scorch.
A miracle -- or curse? -- they burn the same.
Deceptive choice, these tongues. So warm to touch,
Seductive and beguiling ...
But I pause

And look instead at their reflections.

On one wall, nothingness. Infinite blank.

But on the other ... I see my shadow.
Imperfect at first cast, yet tempered as
The light evolves.
In it I see my chances,
There I see my possibility,
And with each lick I am more certain
That burns from this absorbing heat
Will heal, not wound -- will not deny, but give.
I leave my palm outstretched.
I choose.
I live.

Amen.

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