Tuesday, October 20, 2015
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I am grateful for everything!
Because you forge so tightly,
You are straightening my wings
Burn in my soul - all the lying!
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Liza Sud
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12/23/2025 7:07:05 AM # 1.0.0
This strikes me as a poem of martyrdom: THEY CRUCIFY ME EVERY MINUTE BECAUSE I BEAR YOUR LIGHT. The sewing images in the last stanza display a God who is healing the wounds caused by the very nature of the world he created. The faith that rings in that last stanza is truly remarkable. I take it that the title refers to God as a blacksmith testing his saints in the crucible of experience. This poem displays passion and faith - as partners in achieving a spiritual identity. This poem has resonance to reach the most distant seeker.