fiat lux

for Jon
je t’aime

Beloved, I would burn the world in clouds
of napalm; bring to sing a running stream
of flame, with ashes like a widow's shroud;
a gentle balm to cover every scream
that falls from shattered windows, every curse
to fall from clothèd lips before they burn
on stakes that they created in life's course --
of course, to Heaven blinded eyes shall turn.

Now. Stop and breathe with rationality;
for I would scorch the world to kill your cross,
and set our breaking hearts forever free,
to rid our bones of emptiness's moss.

Today we ache in quiet suffering,
and yet, with haunted voices, we still sing.