If seeing is believing, then
The flicker has my faith obscured:
Though beaming is its light to men,
To dazzle too its gloom’s inured.
Shall then the flame be doused again—
As though the dark can blindness cure
And answers to the mystery pen?
And when the torch my raised arm sears
To cause the handgrip insecure,
And when the fumes eclipse my tears
To taint the visions pleading pure,
And when my call unto deaf ears
Is raised whilst dismally immured,
Will I prevail o’er bleeding fears?
In continuation to my previous musing, On the Quest for Freedom, I endeavoured to match the quadrille with a second stanza, using this week’s 44-word quota and prompt word “fear”, as given out by Victoria at dVerse’s Quadrille #37–Be Not Afraid – coinciding with Tisha B’Av.
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