A flame was rekindled one spring afternoon,
Despite the emptiness of deserts in June.
From the moment of his first consecrated breath,
He cried out for sustenance, for love beyond death.
And when they fused in a crucible of form,
An ancient beauty did his soul transform:
Tired personality re-animated by love,
Sent mercifully from the vast skies above.
And then he looked back, across a long stretch of years
Through a veil painted with exhaustion and tears,
And he saw himself, reflected, at rest on a pyre,
And then he became what he always had been:
His child, glorified, with a soul of fire.