The Beacons of the Kingdom of Heaven

Once upon a night several years ago,

I needed light,

To see, guide and burn bright.

Through the Sacrament of Confirmation,

A spark was found,

I set off at a run like a Greyhound.

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No one can run forever,

No flame will keep aflare,

Without some tender, love and care.

Inevitably it died down,

To just the odd ember,

Blown on when I remember.

But at the Easter Vigil Mass,

Many sparks gathered for a friend,

Which brought for me the embers to an end.

A rush of passion rose up,

Hot and fiery,

Within my body a miniature priory.

Throughout the Kingdom of Heaven,

Beacons are continue to be lit,

Forever shall they burn, crackle and spit.