Thought
Red hot metal glowing
Sparks as bellows blowing
Blacksmith rings the bell
As hammer lands on anvil
Solid faith and optimism
Knower fears not criticism
Despite blows of enterprise
Solid unmoving anvil lies
Devotee moulded readily
By blacksmith’s hand happily
Knower unaffected lays
Like the anvil soundly stays
Prayer
O Lord let me not waver in the face of seeming blows. Let Thy will be done. Grant that I may gain that knowledge and strength so that I may be unmoved by events in the fleeting world of Thy play.
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