Golden Flame

Today, going through an old notebook, I came across a poem I wrote on December 4, 2000. It seemed appropriate for this post-Epiphany time.
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The light of Christ is a
golden flame
revealed in the burning
of the sun.

Not with silver, but with gold
spilled from the cross
in the form of blood.
And the redness of the ground
gives way to a flame
now red, then gold
upon the heads of gathered disciples
about to be dispersed.

A flame of gold
becomes the crown of glory
worn in the trenches of
human misery,
reminding us of light that
dances in darkness –
dances in eternity –
and that is where
I, too, shall become
one with the
golden flame.