Sunrise: the gold glow of fire
lighting Lands End,
bringing memories of marathons
triumphs of men
and brighter Greek days.
The steady flow of footfalls
will meander the countryside –
heralds in pyrotechnic proclamation.
The torch moves from hand to hand.
Sunrise: the gold glow of fire
on frightened heads
lighting Jerusalem darkness
recalling prophecy and promise.
The steady flow of footfalls
will meander the world
in glossolalian proclamation.
The torch moves generation to generation.
The Light has come.
“Torches” in its two stanzas, infuses a great deal more cultural significance as well as gravitas into the symbolism of torch bearing than the current I.O.C. exercise in corporate p.r. and rummaging around the detritus of commercialism could ever achieve.