A crowd huddles by a small palm fire,
Passioned flame captured in high candle light,
Leads the way from billowed smoke of the pyre.
The stained glass loses colour with the night.
Stories spoken of the beginning of time,
Still bitten by cold, gloved hands clasp tight.
Flickerings against dark appear sublime
Glows passed by hand illuminate faces
Dispel disappointments of pre-spring rime.
In the quiet, wonder adorns the spaces,
Within doubts buried hope can be revived.
The miracle mystery in hearts race,
Reminds us the value of being alive.
This was inspired by Easter Vigil and was supposed to be published yesterday, but the rhyme scheme proved trickier than expected. I love this mass because it provides a special time to reflect and be thankful. I truly believe the Catholic faith is about love, and I am reminded just how lucky I am to be around the people I am.
For reference from NaPoWriMo.net:
Terza rima – consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.
Thanks for reading,