Heaven

A flame is but a light,
That burns up bright.
And gives the darkened corner,
Shadows in the night.

It is effulgent rays,
That reaches out to glow.
And to the weary traveler,
His way will show.

It is a spark...faintly fanned,
To brilliance by a lash.
Of wind...along the way,
Then crumbling into ash.

It is a sudden gleam,
Caught by the eyes.
Of one who loses hope,
And for an instant...tries.

T'is but a journey,
A destination some men doubt.
As the "Flame of Life" quickens,
Then flickering...goes out.


E.P. 1980n- 1989