A POSITION ON SIN

Life cannot hold back pain, 
But we might, if we wished 
That moment before the flame, 
Like the moth, before its wings expire 
Consumed by surrender to desire. 
But a promise I can't dream to name 
Waits for restraint. I seek light higher 
And trade the gold-warm candle flame 
For an eternal sea of glass and fire

 
©1972 William H. Southwell
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