That Sabbath Evening
Forget Lot’s wife and cities of the plain.
Forget the angel with a living flame
Outside the gate of Eden and orange stain
Of burning bush in Sin. All those are tame,
Lame types of what was yet to come. Inside
Another Gate that night I went on fire
And have been lit forever since. In pride
I burn, a never ending, iced desire
That has not melted, cannot melt. I froze
In high intensity, a moveless cloud
Of heat unlike the desert one with clothes
Of burning smoke that gave the freed their chart.
I stand transfixed with lightning from my heart.
“as if on earth a living flame stood still” Dante, Paradiso, Canto I, line 141