A burst of flames engulfs Him.
His head cool to touch, the dancing fire creating dark patterns hinted with
fiery honey on the shepherd's temple.
The melody of its sweetness hums to me, as I myself back and
forth, whispering holy crescendo.
And I raise my hands above the stars and close my waiting fingers around
the triumphant sun.
Prayer Beads by sheza
Poetry » Religion Rated: K, English, Spiritual & Supernatural, Words: 64, Published: 11/9/2004