In the chilling dusk

In the chilling dusk

In the chilling dusk, how sweet the flame
upon this fearsome path I trek;
how beautiful becomes Your name

coming to the end of another game
where flesh and spirit intersect.
In the chilling dusk, how sweet the flame,

inherent fears to breach and shame
the impregnable walls which I erect;
how beautiful becomes Your name

to move beyond the qualms and blame,
the twisted illusions the mind projects.
In the chilling dusk, how sweet the flame.

Love envisioned and beseeched the same;
remembrance the daunted heart protects -
how beautiful becomes Your name

to celebrate the grace by which You came,
Your form on which to dote, reflect.
In the chilling dusk, how sweet the flame.
How beautiful becomes Your name.

                        (Unpublished)