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Flame.

A flame of Holy ordination

and ignition, shall not soon

burn out and falter.

This flame though a wick it

surely hath, will not expire,

tho' should you cover it

all its bright light shall fade,

let this light beam boldly

into shadows and all shall

tremble and fear.

This flame of Holy ordination

lit with the softest touch,

grows brighter and fiercer,

tho' not in anger or hate,

but passion, and should

this flame lose that bright passion

then I surely would weep, and

prostrate myself in search of

re-ignition, for this flame is better

for five minutes than darkness eternity

in darkness,

I earnestly seek this flame.

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Written by
anderson-ritchie
Australian
Published
Jan 31, 2012
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