These Flames
Published on March 21, 2023
These Flames
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #76
And what then, what if Thou didst annul
The brief circuit of long-sought pilgrimage,
Rendered our daemon of memory dull
To halt our hands bearing for Thee homage?
Wouldst Thou Thy own name deface,
Mar the edifice raised upon mind,
Or roam distraught in heart’s temples
And bespoil every sanctum cherished?
Yield not to ways of a jilted suitor
For all was and yet still is Thine,
For the heart is not priced for barter
When in adoration to Thee it was freely given.
Oh these flames were lit when sans body or mind,
They’ll hold Thy name until the last glimmering end.