Clasped in tongs
a heart of gold
from the mold

Upon the anvil
water hiss
hammer falls
in iron kiss

Sparks explode
and corruscate
from pealing blows
of angry fate

Blow and blow
ring clarion
making strong

From the anvil
to the Fire
heart remelts
from new desire

Then to the fount
in churning steam
this new dream

No other path
would I this trade
for now this heart
is whole,

MDW 7/09
For Tammi

2 thoughts on “Forge

  1. Amen to that Diana. You helped so much when I was ‘in the Fire’ I can only say ‘Thank You’ for your support and patience. God’s made someone just for you, too. I’m certain of it.

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