My heart

Consuming golden fire

Burns free

Spirit in my veins

Embers of glory

I see an altar

Cleansing branch

Broken reed

As sacred stones and

Silver knives

Try to shake free

And reach the sun

A molten living furnace

Breathing crimson fire

Your sacrifice

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1 Response to Sacrifice

  1. Mary says:

    Always good to see your writing, Alan. Consider linking at Poetry Pantry on Sundays.

Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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