Articles/Essays – Volume 01, No. 1
The Firegiver
God, forgive my pen its trespass,
And I forgive thee the sweet burning
That drives it on through thy dominion.
God, if what it might encompass,
If shapes of love, thy face, or being
Itself are challenged in its question,
Indulge the hand that ventures into flame,
Suffer my searching, for you share the blame.