Cold Fire

A Collection of Spiritual Poetry. In wooded crest, on dappled breast, The name is borne, upon the chest; Our hearts made bare, with no contrition, Seams rent, intent is the greatest volition The young have not, what it is they seek, That they seek against their youth; And the bud which has expired, spent, Has now the proof all youth has lent. Beneath the deeds, the deeds of men, Good heart it does procure and propound And issues all, with pulse and sound. Make strong the heart, with vital love, For within the mask, afore the arrow, The heart leads all, be it man or sparrow