Faithful Through Spell and Fire

A Short Poem About Daniel Chapter 3

I’ve been doing a bit of poetry lately, and here is my latest short poem, a sonnet based on Daniel Chapter 3:

The splendor of an image made of gold
The tidal force of every bended knee
The legal grip of kings who've cast a mold
The sound of lyres plucked by kings decree

The music courses like the sea tide rip
and headless men shall bend immediately
No whispered grip or protest by the lip
for brick by brick is by conformity

I see, though, through the sea a cord of three
Unmoved by spell and fire, a strand holds fast
They stand alone, but four I now can see
Amidst the blaze, three bricks it cannot cast

"Come out, you three, and tell me this design!" 
"The Triune God by fire will refine"

-- Daniel Mayfield, 2026