Forge
Clasped in tongs
a heart of gold
incandescent
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
purifying
making strong
From the anvil
to the Fire
heart remelts
from new desire
Then to the fount
in churning steam
solidifying
this new dream
No other path
would I this trade
for now this heart
is whole,
remade
MDW 7/09
For Tammi
Beautiful!
I am so happy that you two have met – and the healing has begun for all!
Blessings!
Diana
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.