Purgatory
PURGATORY
As this old, rusting, worn out metal cup
Is pushed into the fire and is purged with heat,
Colors change with the dying phases of morbidity.
At first red angry as it senses the approaching end
Of its usual life of strength and rigidity of purpose.
Presently orangely happy, easily bending and released
From the twisting and burdensome past.
Now yellowly cowardly at the unknown future
As a flexible stretchable soft substance.
At last, white and innocent it is born again, as liquid.
A new form, new life, pure, reformed :
Now this cup runneth over*
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*based closely on Psalm 23 : 5
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