This Flame

this is no wobbly flame
that wavers with the wind

this is no match flaring up
striking an instant light
before dying without warmth

this is no fireplace comfort
that in the morning is cold white ash

and never is this an Olympic torch
protected lest choked
by angry voices

nor even is this some flash comet
seen in the heavens momentarily
then long forgotten in the daily grind

this is the all conquering morning shaft
that shoots its arrow into every heart
the purification by fire
the ceaseless burning of the Sun
the consummation of humanity
in the inescapable life-cycle

© Richard Scutter 14 May 2008