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.
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2021 | BL, ME |