Poem July 13, 1987 Issue

Purification

Jennifer L. DeVol

Feel as if you've been
in the furnace lately?
It's hot in there you say—
uncomfortable...
not fun at all....
How long must you stay?

Take heart, dear one!
Your Father knows
and He will lead the way.
Then when you emerge
the dross will be gone
But the gold will be there
to stay.

Jennifer L. DeVol

"The furnace separates the gold from the dross that the precious metal may be graven with the image of God."

Mary Baker Eddy,
Science and Health, pp. 66–67

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