Am I to be tested by fire?
Tempered, as steel, to forge the keener blade
Can I possibly survive?
Emerge from the flame
Purified
Purged
Is such searing necessary?
Must all that I am (or thought I was)
Be melted to the core
And poured out
Liquefied
Molten
Am I to be totally recast?
Refashioned at the anvil by heavy handed blows
So unyielding that I require
This violent a process
Hammered
Pounded
I would choose a milder makeover
The gentler touch
Of potter to the clay
The subtle training
Of gardener to the vine
Is the smithy to be my only master?
If this is the form of refashioning I truly require
Then I shall try to endure
Hopefully
Gratefully
Shall I be made more worthy?
I ask only that the process leave me bettered
By whatever bellows and blows
Keener blade
Finer mettle
Stronger
Truer
Brighter
Tested by the Fire
I can almost hear the hammers ringing Mary, tempered indeed. Thank you
You have a good poem and it is inspiring for my life situation too.
Loveliest Modern Poem Of The Day. CONGRATULATIONS, so passionately and powerfully rendered! 5 Stars!
Awesome poem Mary! Life for all of us is a big test! Sometimes we have to walk through a hazardous fire to get to the end of the rainbow!
Hi Mary, very nice poem, how did you get it to be written like that. along the middle?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary, Oh, I love your passion in this poem! Dorothy