Like steel in the fire is she
the hammer blows
can only reveal her soul.
Humbled, she will find strength.
And from the fires of insecurity
she will learn that deep acceptance,
which is, Damascus steel.
I watch the blacksmith raining blows
and see the dross that falls
and comes the soul that winnows free
from each of us.
This weathered wood, our bodies,
and the immortal steel of our souls
make my heart ache
with the beauty of their enduring demise.
gallagher
02 July 1985
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— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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Hand of God
come fill this heart
and move these lips
praise and joy are mine.
I bow down
before this love
that fills me now
If this be worship
then I am, now.
gallagher
02 July 1985
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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