The Carnal Christian treads through ash-strewn gloom,
A faith like embers choked in muddy haze,
Claws scrape at ghosts, their tarnish dripping doom,
They swap the lily’s glow for briars’ blaze.
The Passionate Disciple storms through fire,
Christ’s voice a gale that roars through marrow’s core,
Kneels deep in dusk, lips trembling with desire,
A root that shatters granite, drenched in lore.
One staggers blind through mist, chasing glint’s deceit,
One drinks where diamond torrents carve and chime,
Flesh swathes the first in frost-bit shroud’s retreat,
While love ignites the next with wings of rhyme.
So carnal husks dissolve in twilight’s sigh,
Yet Christ’s fierce love turns tears to endless sky.