Sonnet: Purgatio


I burn! To know the pangs of love. These flames,
That singe & bake, that sear & broil my soul
Are but the birth contractions: payment, toll.
For each of Love’s rejections living maims.

See these are not the chains from Marley’s hole
How dark & clanging hopeless Without End
But rather here my soul’s most comely Friend
In living light my wounded heart makes whole

That to that course my living will should bend
Which e’er she knew but never yet could take
& by these Flames is forged anew to slake
The burning passions which my life could end

Your prayers of Love quench not this Burning lake
They heat the forge my soul’s new lamp to make

Author: Huw Raphael

A Dominican Tertiary living in San Francisco, CA. He is almost 59. He feeds the homeless as a parochial almoner and is studying to be a Roman Catholic Deacon. He is learning modern Israeli Hebrew and enjoys cooking, keto, cats, long urban hikes, and SF Beer Week.

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