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Some time ago, I ran across  “seraphic” and this interesting adjective spawned this one:

Seraphic Fire

 

I’m thirsty for seraphic flame

To brand my soul with holy Name—

Which constellations cannot frame.

 

My conviction is granite thick

But at times smokes, like rhetoric—

A glow from a smoldering wick.

 

My love for You feels dim and tame.

Send into me a fiery prick,

So I can light Your fervent flame.

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