The Crucible Savant

The crucible savant.. by Steven Hudson (Crucible: A place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence change or development. Savant: a person of learning…) Through sleepless, hopeless nights With liquor on breath and dull head Alone and cold in lay, We made our passage to manhood, Many days in suffer and want Through tears and hardness of heart, With sorrow for cellmates In a prison self-made, Rather hunger and want Then submission to those above, Wild wanderlust thrust us into darkness Uncertainty of survival, without care, Knowing no other way, We strove to understand the deeds done to us in violence, Shiver, quake, lie awake, as hopelessness covered us like a blanket, Thieves and murderers as strange bedfellows, Ladies of the night for use and forgotten, Laws of the land forsaken, In desperate want, Never knowing if we’d awaken, Making our way through this world Boys living as men, We threw the line, heaved and toiled In bright sun and fear, With hands and feet against the frigid snow, We lived beyond the breaking, Many before us have sought their manhood, While others have had it thrust upon them, Much has been learned, much has been taught By the flames and the fire, the crucible savant, It has been our right of passage Through bloodstained cloth and scars, The fathers who came before us, live forever in the Arms, Painted grey, now I see, the path laid out for me, By the Infinite Son, whose Glory was won, Making the savant, a reflection of Thee..