Poetry Writes Us! Poem by Eric Cockrell

the flesh of our actions. falling, broken, and vulnerable, human mistakes and failings, Beautiful. Another 10+ Eric. I tried to comment after you posted this, but was continuously bounced off the site. Happens a lot lately. This is our crucible, our trial by fire in molten furnace, we are smeltered by conflict ordeals, we like ores dug from yield earth, contain impurities imperfections, character flaws we fail to rise above, which limits nobility of mind, impedes us from quest embracing enlightening harmony; catalysis furnace is severe ordeal life trials, killing off fatal our soul impurities, as iron ore is tortured in blast furnace, so are we tortured broken crushed liquefied recast reshaped into new being, like iron ore we are born free of dross slag, purified into finest pure steel, thus experience insight vision pierces perplexing problematic realities, with pulse passion’s need we gift unguarded “noblest prayers to bestow upon others an eternity of light in beautified likeness of purity immortality' fleeting moments. ‘This Our Crucible Gifts’ is the poetic form of this.

Superbly beautiful! Absolutely correct Eric. This is definately going on my favorites list.

Got to agree with you. We see and hear a lot. So really its written for us. Good poem.

I love this poem it is great and you are right poetry do write us