Poem: “Flame”


I tell you the trees were on fire
Refulgent but never a flame,
Ruby intense and a sulfur
Lit from within by a name

Like the halls of a palace of columns
They lead to a room with a throne,
Each with its top in the heavens,
The arch of the spread of them shone

Remember the branches resplendent
Where the prophet encountered the tree,
And the fire that spoke a commandant:
Approach the refulgence of Me

An echo, a rhyme and a vision,
Listen, aware of the same
Answer to all who may question:
I am what I am said the Flame

November 13, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."