by Pavel Chichikov
The sword of fire waves,
The angel still on duty
Prevents this pack of knaves
Departing with its booty
Still the harmony
Of Eden out of time,
A golden light to see
Unblemished by a crime
A relic that we carry,
Keepsake of the sacred,
Reminding when we marry
How innocently naked
The parents of our ages,
How sanctified began,
Though yet to earn their wages –
The woman and the man
—For Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, see here.
