<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Our Crucible Gifts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is our crucible<br>our trial by fire <br>in molten furnace<br>we are smeltered <br>by conflict ordeals </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we like ores dug <br>from yield earth<br>contain impurities <br>imperfections <br>character flaws </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we fail to rise above<br>which limits nobility <br>of mind impedes us <br>from quest embracing <br>enlightening harmony</div><div style="margin:10px 0">catalysis furnace <br>is severe ordeal <br>life trials killing <br>off fatal our soul <br>impurities as iron </div><div style="margin:10px 0">ore is tortured <br>in blast furnace<br>so are we tortured <br>broken crushed <br>liquefied recast </div><div style="margin:10px 0">reshaped into new <br>being like iron ore <br>we are born free <br>of dross slag purified <br>into finest pure steel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thus experience <br>insight vision <br>pierces perplexing <br>problematic realities <br>with pulse passion’s </div><div style="margin:10px 0">need we gift <br>unguarded <br>“noblest prayers<br>to bestow upon<br>others an eternity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of light <br>in beautified <br>likeness of purity <br>immortality' <br>fleeting moments</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Quotation from the poem ‘An Eternity Of Light’ by Terence George Craddock. <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527107" data-title="This Our Crucible Gifts de Terence George Craddock" data-description="this is our crucible our trial by fire in molten furnace we are smeltered by conflict ordeals we like ores dug from yield earth contain impurities imperfections character flaws we fail to rise above which limits nobility of mind impedes ..."></div> </div> </div>

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