This Our Crucible Gifts Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

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


Quotation from the poem ‘An Eternity Of Light’ by Terence George Craddock.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock