Consumed

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Catholic Poetry

Consumed
The crucible is stirred
without the smith knowing when
will have been enough
as we watch the flames rise
from that glowing orange metal
as each impurity is incinerated.
After the vapor obscures the truth
beneath where the flame is hottest,
the glow of gold becoming pure
offers an intangible hope.
This is where the fire burns.
In the furnace, they dance
uncorrupted by the heat that decays
and the flame that consumes.
They dance with one
having the appearance
of the son of man

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