Iron
Raw from the mountains, refusing to bend
Brilliant red on the horizon
Your strength is deceiving
A moment in the air you burn and rust
Like blood
A reminder that all was created to die
Yet, you wax proud as if there is no end
Or do you desire a blazing fire to cleanse you
Removing what never belonged
Red hot and molten
Flowing without resistance
Completely at the mercy of the Artist’s hand
Like a stream traveling through the mountains
Humble, knowing its course
Your destiny will soon be clear
Why scatter aimlessly in the earth, returning to the dirt from which you rose
Why suffer in the fire of regret, longing for one more moment to die
Why cease to exist when the secret of life dwells within you
Like a stone hitting iron releasing sparks
Your heart waits to be ignited
But a spark left unattended will blacken to ash
And a heart without belief will surely rust
Do you even notice the streaks of white
Beauty and arrogance side by side
Does not silver most perfectly reflect the light
Displaying an image not its own
The white moon reveals the majesty of the sun
To the few seekers in the dark
But most praise only the color red
Shiny silver beneath the rust
Awaken the mystery in your heart
Prostrate like streams returning home
And fear not the stones in the river bed
They are stones releasing sparks
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