That we are like Fire,
lithe and flaxen, wielding in the wind;
joy is a city gate rising
from the horizon, smiling
at the abandoned feet...
Behold a people in Akedia's bed...
None will each upon themselves take
the city by David's lyre——
yet when the city bathes in Fire,
from Goliath's ashes rise.
Monday, August 06, 2007
"That We Are Like Fire"
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