Poem July 11, 1983 Issue

"...the form of the fourth"

Daniel 3:25

ELAINE WALLER HUNTER

This fiery furnace,
Fueled by lies of dissatisfaction, covetousness, pain, fear,
Has lost its power to alarm me.
Like those three Hebrew men—Shadrach, Meshach,
And Abednego—
I now know I am not alone.

"The form of the fourth" is with me, too—
The Son of God, the Christ, the healing Truth.
Midst odorless smoke, unsingeing fire, ephemeral ash of envy,
I see myself as servant of the most high God,
Feel only the warmth of His cleansing love,
Not fearsome heat of fire.

With consciousness embraced by Christ,
I emerge: perception purified, identity unconsumed,
Entire.
Like the three, I find release, purpose, health, peace.
No longer coveting another's role,
I rejoice to know that everyone can find herself/himself—
Whole.

ELAINE WALLER HUNTER

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