The Crucible

The planet’s crucible presses the aging bones
Frailty jousts with desire
The vision of Eden waits on life’s great horizon
Always near and afar
Hope and fear dance as lifetime partners
The enchantment of defeat endlessly entices
Then a bridge forms where the tongue tastes aspiration
A heavenly baptism of cleansing contentment flows
Flushing impurities away into the sacred now

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