P E N I T E N T
The chains, long forged, from dark, persistent paths
of blackened rock that smothers golden fields …
Akin to dragon's caldron swirling wraths
red scallion plates so thickly plied to shield.
Youth's steady stream of brazen, hot desires
as sunset looms on spent horizon's line
to steady reins of stallion's pulsing fires;
thus, rising bright, a new celestial sign …
Releasing now, imprisoned for so long,
the true and lasting Heaven's ringing call
in ageless joy of spirits sung in Psalms …
if one but trusts the Star of David's laud.
A rose forgiven each it's hoary thorns;
and thus made perfect, halos now adorn.