September 7th Meditation ~

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door –
Red – is the Fire’s common tint –
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame’s conditions,
It quivers from then Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unannointed Blaze.

Least Village, has it’s Blacksmith
Whose Anvil’s even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs – within –
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge –

“Dare you see a soul” (F401A, J 365)

` Taken from "Prophets and Poets : The Last Days"