The Crucible – Part II

I wrote this poem three years ago. It’s specifically about love, but I think it also applies to anything that you’re passionate about and willing to risk for…


The Crucible

Love speaks a riddle, and
our place –
to untangle its heart,
to read it more clearly.
Not to find its answer, mind.
Surely that is understood,
how answers are overrated.

The riddle transforms
and its question transmutes
base flesh to gold,
the mystery the stars teach us –
fire within fire,
secret within secret.

The question love asks:
Are you willing to become
your own crucible?
To melt,
burn away,
and find yourself


~ by Samer on November 27, 2007.

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