Once There Was A Word That Lit My Soul

once there was a word that lit my soul
as a candle would stand against the wind

when i walked upon the western shore and watched
the ships set sail across the galilee against a sunset

that glowed the ebon red of a rose as its bloom
fades before the dying of the sun or of the blood

of the too eager finger that reaches for the flower
only to suffer punishment from the thorn for its rash act

beneath the glow of a candle against the wind
where i whisper the word that lit my soul

and that word was your name