It burns through time, immortal fire
Born of holy phoenix,
Borne on the wings of evermore
The grace of ages past.
It is the grail for which all seek
It is the longing and the need
It is the very humbling light
Of hope and faith and love.
Those who have tasted not its power
Fear not its awesome wrath,
Yet he who will not walk the path
Still feels its fiery breath.
It is the essence of our souls
It is the light of unborn time
It is the very seed of all
Our hope and faith and love.
I walk in shadow, angels weep
To see this warrior pass
They can but turn their gaze from me
They dare not see my face.
It is the wonder of the spark
It is the terror that I bear
It is the very word of God:
This hope and faith and love.
The heart consumed in ecstasies
This spirit of the past,
For once, for all and ever more
This master of the dance.
It is the glamour, one in all
It is the murmur of the soul
It is the very will and way
To hope and faith and love.
Pass on, pass by, and see me not
Or guide me to the light
The seeker from the unseen world
Indwelling with the night.
It is the pain and joy of life
It is the glow of wisdom rare
It is the very stuff of dreams:
My hope and faith and love.
[31st January 2009]
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