J. E. Carpenter


Fire and Light


Fire and light, fire and light
we were fire and light
before the world began
we shown like stars

now enclosed in flesh
like fireflies in jars
we forget we emit light
and a flame that consumes

Like the earth inside the core
or the lamps inside a room
we are like our Maker
fire and light, fire light,
a love that consumes the cold and night.

Submitted: Monday, November 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

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This is a response poem to Peter Sterling's 'The Sands of Time.'

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  • Gajanan Mishra (11/19/2012 9:18:00 PM)

    A love that consumes the cold and night.
    O fine. Congratulation.

    I invite you to red my poems and comment please.
    Yours,
    Gajanan Mishra (Report) Reply

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