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A Single Flame

 
I am burning with god;              
a love of life with              
a soul that gives greatly              
with deliverance of joy              
and happiness, where              
music is kept under the              
clothing of little girls,         
             
And when the clergy found              
out they had been cheated,              
they set me on fire again              
with their fears to comfort;              
             
A single flame              
             
That holds the complexity              
of the entire universe              
in chaos and pulsation              
within its perfect symmetry,              
             
Comforted by its warmth,              
fearful of its wrath,              
unsaid and silent as it comes,              
hypnotized, and pained by the beauty,              
             
A thought that burns,              
damned over what was said,              
inside the hurt and sadness              
done in this destructive path,              
             
It heals and blossoms in silence;              
shall I mention the light again              
that decorates my heart,              
or the human where I sat,              
             
The light, the lamb,              
the womb, the pain,              
         
Can someone clue me in              
as to why I spent much              
of life in a state of worry,              
panicked over forever,      
     
(I already knew)              
             
About me, a feeling of love,              
no more, there is nothing there,              
there are no words, truth,               
a single flame has no ancestry,        
              
Adoramus Te,              
             
And when the Latin              
is place on my lips,              
I stand in the shade              
of a thousand years              
that tower over my              
defeated voice,              
             
My love of only the sound              
of angels breathing              
a symphony in acapella              
that befall my living heart,      
     
The forest is rebuilt,      
in my mind, I knew      
I was there, my wholeness      
is the flame that will resurrect,      
     
Forever and forever...  
   
   
 
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 29th Apr 2016
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