He Who Wore Candles On His Back

He wore candles on his back 

Fallen from faith was he;
stripped of grace and salvation,
to his knees.
Readied with lashings, 
set to bear his altar,
with wax mixed into the fray torn skin;
sealing up his bloodied sins.

Those candles stood tall at first 

Luminous as they were;
revealing a truth written upon stained glass.
Colours mixing into his tears - 
hands reaching out -
unable to catch the light
within his shaken grasp. 

But the ever-melting wax soon fell again

Trickling down with a flickered light, 
faltering faith;
what once was the strong foundations
of candle pillars -
that reached to the heavens - 
built upon the  sculpted 
hardened wax in his wounds.

Leaving but 
the burns of blasphemy
tattooed,
for all to see upon tattered flesh.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good tale in the poem. I like the lesson told and the very good ending.
"Leaving but
the burns of blasphemy
tattooed,
for all to see upon tattered flesh."
The above lines. Perfect description of the result of blasphemy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Alexanda Corrin]

Impressive poem, I really like the story told here and the ending too. You've balanced it out well, and everything flows nicely.really great use of metaphor by the way.
AC