THE FORGE OF LIFE
AT THE FORGE OF LIFE
Somewhere in our being,
Where our heart and mind meet,
There is a Forge of Life.
Just like the black smith,
Using a hammer and anvil,
Shapes useless pieces of metal into swords that have built and conquered empires,
Our shapeless thoughts and emotions are transformed into weapons,
Which can build or destroy others, including ourselves,
At the Forge of Life.
As the black smith holding the tools in your own hands,
Pray that you may have the will and strength to forge,
From your shapeless thoughts and emotions, Weapons of mass construction,
Which will build your life and the lives of others.
Copyright © Gehazi Muduli | Year Posted 2025
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