Somewhere the candle light flickers in the window
while silhouetted shadows hide in electric darkness.
In the fireplace the crackling flames consume
And glow with the passions of sunrise and sunset.
From one spark came the flicker and the flame and
In the warmth nothing was ever again the same.
Such a look coming from a young girlís eyes,
A woman no more, no less, no doubts to confess
in the name of Honesty, for the faceted glow
in her eyes neither flicker nor burn, but dance
the dances of love and glory and salvation.
Such shallow terms from a Romanticís heart,
but terms of depth and meaning for the one who gets it,
understands imperfectly its mysterious paradox.
Love, glory, salvation, other secrets that God unlocks
in time and with rhyme and sacred back beat,

dancing... living... breathing... burning... consuming... loving...

The glowing passion of Alpha and Omega reflect
in the eyes of a child who loves and is loved by God,
and from within her eyes comes the glory of His light.