Love, and Loved, and Holy Light

A tapestry of blue

Blowing in the air

Whipping fro and to

A blanket of despair

Wind speeds quick

Storm clouds blow in

Out goes the wick

Slapping fabric makes a din

Words then pour from The Book

The candle flickers once again

If you see, once you look,

fire catches all we disdain

More words; small is the voice

But it overturns the lantern

once is made the choice

The tapestry catches; burn, burn, burn

Fear, anguish, pain, and fright

turn to ash in the flames

Love,and Loved, and Holy Light

No more death remains

All's gone still 

No sound can be heard

But for the fire that made death nil

The quiet voice that echoes the Word.