Poem March 17, 1986 Issue

The crucible

RALPH STUART RICHTER

Cast into the wilderness
of mortal thought,
the desert of earthly wants,
We experience the hunger of hope—
a thirst for healing,
and mocking voices of
worldly clamor.

But in this crucible, this trial by fire,
We are purified,
refined by righteousness—
Repentant, obedient, silent,
we come forth satisfied,
Ready for the Maker's hand.

RALPH STUART RICHTER

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