The Sacred Flame Poem by Sean C. Harrison

The soul of a man is his sacred flame.
And there held close are secrets kept,
Nights of hurt no number or name
When on bended knees he wept.
From there the true prayer for peace
Issues and then finds release.

And in his soul are jewels of grace.
For then he looks upon God's face.

Time will speak. Life will live
And he will learn then to forgive
For vilest wrongs can never dim
The sacrosanct centre within;
The naked soul not being ashamed
Even when myriad pains unnamed
Pour like magma from the core
Of a being who has endured.

And surely in that pressing heat
Are perfected a thousand spectres
When hindsight, wisdom finally cool
And there fears sweetened by their nectars
Give rise to the heart's warmth.
That flame rules.