Upon The Feast Of Candlemas Poem by Michael Walker

Upon the Feast of Candlemas,
The world is pure and bright,
When Heaven showers over us
Rays of rainbow light.

Upon the Feast of Candlemas,
The vigil tapers burn
Before the angels' wanderlust,
As sun and moon shall turn.

Upon the Feast of Candlemas,
The robes of morning glow,
As wax in fire melts to dust,
Whilst winds of springtime blow.

Upon the Feast of Candlemas,
Flesh withers with the flame,
Yet her eternal candle must
Ignite love free from blame.