The Lamb

 

I pray, doleful images

Of cherished days together,

Be cleansed from a tortured mind

And free a despairing heart.

But, no, it cannot be.

For they are as sacred lights

Burning within the Temple

Of my life's burdened spirit,

And where upon the alter

Love, once known, was sacrificed.

And once love's flame has burned,

Always in your core it endures.

 

 

B. Benjamin

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