Burn earnestly, not swiftly, torch:
think lighthouse, star - not hasty flash
of thunder's rush, to crush then run
away unseen. Be hope, no fear,
a symbol stronger than the sword,
such warmth enkindling frigid hearts
and summon souls lost off their trails,
succeed where aimlessness prevails,
where shadows dare not beckon, stand,
while we parade across this land
to lend some sense there is a way
to reach tomorrow from today,
to melt all ice, empower, free.
Direction, grace, clear destiny!

Torch © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: June 11, 2019