Poems by Themis

All's Well

There's but one deed to celebrate,

The breaking of the Laws of Fate:

Death burnt upon that wondrous pyre

Built by Love's sacrificial fire.

There's but one image to enshrine,

The beauty of that Love divine:

The radiant gold within those eyes,

From suns in far eternities.

And for the rest — there's naught to say.

All's well, because She walked our way,

And touched our dust: each thing's a flame,

Each atom pulsates with Her Name.

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