Shrouded by a thicket of trees
a humble building sat.
Earthen brown & her windows
aged.
That old glass topped with frost and dirt.
Gently, I clear the thin veil
with my beaten hands.
Lo, there lay the roaring flame.
Neslted on the hearth
within the mantle.
Awestruck in its beauty,
I lost myself to time.
Day tenderly fell to dusk
and dark laid the pines.
I peered through that glass.
Lo, there lie the roaring flame.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
Shrouded by a thicket of trees
a humble building sat.
Earthen brown & her windows
aged.
That old glass topped with frost and dirt.
Gently, I clear the thin veil
with my beaten hands.
Lo, there lay the roaring flame.
Neslted on the hearth
within the mantle.
Awestruck in its beauty,
I lost myself to time.
Day tenderly fell to dusk
and dark laid the pines.
I peered through that glass.
Lo, there lie the roaring flame.
This is part IV of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."
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