Friday, 5 April 2019

Refiner’s fire

O holy fire
burn away the frail paper armour 
of my ego

the fear, the pride, 
the clinging resentments 
and cloying guilt

let it sear, shrink, crumple,
and flake away to ash,
to nothingness

refiner’s fire, reveal
the shy, hidden child,
tottering towards the light of day
daring to be 
the jewel of your treasure,
the one you see
as beautiful 

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