The God of fire warms me well
His gift of flame helps us dwell
We give thanks for what is shown
In this great world all is known
The wrath of Gods could not bear
Oaths that felt so wrong to share
He gave flame for all to feel
Zeus flung death he could not heal
So his deeds to hell has paid
Pain he bore his life he laid
Hung out on a cliff was he
For all on earth plain to see
Bound on a cross strung to die
Up where birds peck out his eye
Flames of love still lick my heart
For this God who helped us start
A world with less icy cold pain
The race of men stood to gain
Pray for him whose soul shines rays
Odes to him all men’s days
Copyright 2015 Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo (January 29)
Maria Carmichael 