Heat
HEAT
Burn the dross out of gold,
Refine and purify,
Until nothing common remains
To scorch the soul
Into a flame of anger
Or selfish desire.
Leave behind the foolish thought,
Then the gold of pure joy
And pure peace
Bring the sweet glow
Of pure love
To enrich the soul.
Copyright 2000, Kathryn Search
Copyright © Kathryn Search | Year Posted 2022
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