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