Sonnet: “Beneath, Amongst, Within Decaying Breaths”

Beneath, amongst, within decaying breaths
Of numbered lanterns dimming as they burn
And though they shineth not they fuel their deaths
Exposing all to what they failed to learn

And ‘neath such bushel baskets gathers smoke
Of all near-empty lanterns seen as one
Humanity, whose oil served to choke,
For lanterns under baskets shine as none

Despite our smold’ring ash doth shine True Light
A Light Whose eastern gaze burns baskets our
And ‘wakened thus to morning born of night
Our ashes bud to bloom a risen flow’r

Thus Light above doth fuel extinguished flames
By glowing, may we praise His heav’nly Name