Quatrain of Forged Ideas
On fire
I forged an idea into a blade of
knowledge for the
sake of reasons
scattered,
The heat from my experience
left me feeling as if I'd
been beaten and
battered.
Billows flapping; thoughts taking
shape, I knew I could
pound out a sharp
dictate.
Dipping my bewilderment into
cold musings long enough
to let God reveal my
fate.
Yorktown Disciple
On fire
I forged an idea into a blade of
knowledge for the
sake of reasons
scattered,
The heat from my experience
left me feeling as if I'd
been beaten and
battered.
Billows flapping; thoughts taking
shape, I knew I could
pound out a sharp
dictate.
Dipping my bewilderment into
cold musings long enough
to let God reveal my
fate.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10734
Billows
flapping,
thoughts
taking
shape
flapping,
thoughts
taking
shape
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