Life Flame in an Anchoress

Your life itself is purest flame.  No flame

Burns ever as impurity, but you

And everyone have something never tame

Inside you, screeching, an unseen sun.  Blue,

Its heat cannot be measured.  Blue involves

Both heat and cold.  Blue stars are hottest yet

They shine in coldest space.  Their skin revolves

Around intensity of fire.  A jet

Of plasma leaps from surfaces of suns

But they are not as pure as hottest core.

Invisible that heart, its meaning stuns

Philosophy and faith.  It is a living sore.

  We roar invisibly inside.  Our sun

    Is like a walled up, contemplating nun.