FAITH II

Melody and chime reverent combine,

bursting into light,

not a sun-kindled blaze,

but one wakened by a tinder of Dawn

upon an altar wrought of

worshipful notes and greening Hope.

The Faith I forsook in fervid fury floats

upon a cyan waft,

beaming its gold to Apollo's height,

calling fearful fledglings to flight.

And one feathered flame,

Source and creation allied,

harmony and horizon on wing,

pipes a blue-grey strain that brings

forth restoring rain,

new hues to fading Summer blooms

that trace the last parched verso

of the Season's chronicle.

In a crystal drop dwells the grace that

shall crown some Autumn's

first sheaf, blessing the Circle,

though its journey be brief.

I bide, ungrateful, still, upon the Path, 

nor Hope, nor Faith in my heart,

in hands the Poet's tome

vast as his spirit, its heart open to Home.

The sounds of his soul 

I shall shall take for my victuals,

the sky's outpourings for my drink.

Sole such shall guide my steps

to substance and strength.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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Artist: Vladimir Kush