10/7/2023 0 Comments A township tale blacksmith![]() Still, since Love’s the great goal, we now reaffirm her claim She now lives in the Light, by kind Angels befriended.Īnd if some had iron wills when life’s pathways grew dark. We also rejoice that her suffering is past. Īnd, while we mourn the lost days of a life too-soon ended, ĭearly Beloved, well-loved, sadly missed. How her heart never faltered, through cyclones and hail. Who saw her great worth, even as she grew frail įor they saw with Love’s eyes how Love’s vision transcends, He’d told the court that he’d stumbled inĭearly Beloved by her children, who gatherĪs they clung together through frightful weather,Īlways learning that Love can persevere. The Judge had asked, but he wouldn’t tell What would she think when she found him there Pray you don't come across a blacksmith :)īut held his breath when he saw that death Little do they know, to be perfect is to be contented. He makes all this changes and more to his new item, looking now at the finished product, he detests the works of his own hands, but why, he created this, he made and shaped this item into his own liking, lo has he outgrown it?, like a little child, has he found a better thing to call toy?, like a blacksmith, he'd leave the works of his hands to attend to a new one.blacksmiths are not contented, they strive for perfection, the perfect sword, the perfect shield, the perfect girl. 'I don't think I like your friend, she makes me feel uncomfortable, stop talking to her' 'baby, you should dress like this, I prefer mini skirts to long trousers' 'baby, this make up is a bit much, why don't you cut down on it' 'baby you are looking fat' he says, 'why don't you sign up at the nearest gym' He sees what he wants and he approaches it These nights in particular had been an awful one, and again the tapping, again the train. Where a three headed dog flap its ice wings to keep hell cold. Lest we forget, the blacksmith here reside (unfinished)īut a contest never started is a contest never won,Īnd into the eyes of hell the blacksmith hast stared. The only thing to have moved quicker with age, time. The cracks in the ground and the holes in the sky,Īs great the fall of king, the fall of next in line. Pebbles bickering like stone woodpeckers on the grounds to come.Īnd apologizes for the frost on the leaves, The hooves of an iron horse shattering glass floors. The rumbles came trundling over mossing steel street bars, While I smoke my cigarette, I heard a train. ![]()
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