Poetry and Prose

Perfectly Refined

You were once silver, caught in the fire.

Refined until you saw my reflection back.

Heated until the top dazzled and sang my glory.

You needed to be refined first like silver

So I could show you who you truly are.

 

You were once a forest, caught in a blaze.

Refined until only fertile ground was left.

Burned till all things seemed desolate and destroyed.

You needed to be refined second like the woods

So you could grow hope for more to come.

 

You were once gold, caught in the furnace.

Refined until melted and pure.

Heated until no impurity of your past showed.

You needed to be refined through like gold

So I could take away what was taking your true beauty away.

 

Now, you are pure silver, cooled in my shape.

The shape I molded specifically for you.

So shiny that my beauty reflects all you encounter.

Just as I always intended.

 

Now, you are a new seedling, free to flourish in the fertile soil.

The exact place I planted you in and the fire only cracked your shell.

Stretching your roots in the hope the ashes left behind.

Just as my plans always had for you.

 

Now, you are pure gold, stronger than ever.

Crafted to the most valuable form of you there could be.

A perfect reflection and masterpiece that makes me proud.

Just as I always wanted.

 

My child, listen to me.

The fire destroys but it also grows

It hurts but it also heals.

You were once in it because I wanted you to reflect me,

I wanted you to be who you were made to be.

You are perfectly refined.