In a smithy

With the ore of your deeds
melted in the crucible of His Name—
with the heat of your desire
glowing from the fan of His Breath—
with the hammer blows of your heart
striking the anvil of His Will—
rest you not content, o smith,
for you have just begun your toil.

Quenched in the chill of separation,
annealed by the fire of faith,
tempered with the blows of duty,
forge you then the sword of your love
and there, upon the keen,
whetted edge of surrender,
sacrifice yourself, o smith,
for now you are finally done:
you know the one is only transmuted to the other
because the other is its twin.

Thank you for reading In a smithy. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.


© 2013 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2013 by John Etheridge,


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6 responses to “In a smithy

  1. Hey, where is the “Like” button? It didn’t come up. Hey, I didn’t want you to have to read another one of my comments … You’ve got better stuff to do. But, the “Like” button didn’t come up. Well, I am glad that I am making a comment because is a resonating piece. You wrote this. Right? “Quenched in the chill of separation,
    annealed by the fire of faith,
    tempered with the blows of duty,
    forge you then the Excalibur of your love … ”
    Peace to you and the family. Have a great holiday. T

    • T, yes, to be honest, even I am surprised I wrote this, but in the end, yup, it’s mine. I have decided to do away with the ‘Like’ button because 1) I don’t get a lot, and 2) I don’t write poems for likes…I write them because they move me to write them. “Sour grapes” some would say, and maybe this is a tad true, but more importantly, I want out of the ‘like for trade’ business. The people I admire read my poetry and whether they like the poems or not, they at least respect them and that is much to me. Enough, actually. As to comments, yous never weary me. Happy holidays to you too, my friend!

  2. I sincerely did enjoy it! Just back from our holiday so twas a lovely thing to greet me! Kim

  3. I really liked this one. It resonates with me as if it were inspired!

    • Denise, I am so glad you liked it. It was neither an easy nor typical poem for me to write. As to inspiration, it must have been…I don’t write that well all by myself. 🙂