Iron

Life is a forge that pours its iron into the soul,
sometimes it doesn’t stop burning
if we can’t appreciate how it helps,
others it is the Lord’s hand,
which knows our every strength and weakness
who tests us to make us harder and more enduring
as when the scriptures spoke of Daniel
and says how he was in prison
until the iron came into his heart.

Trails are never easy to bear,
but when we run from then
it only makes our weakness worse,
plus models such as family influence
what we see as our best choice in life.

Only there is no single standard
for what will make that metal
work in each life,
because we are all different
so what will add this iron to a given life
will never be the same for everyone.

And we are all like tender twigs
blown by the winds of a day,
some bend and break
while others just keep up their resistance.

In the heart is the real foundry
since it is where our real hunger resides,
which will silently govern our actions too.

How it is a composite of variety
where some overcome such amazing adversity.
Still not all stories have happy endings
there are sadly some who always wither,
but hope burns in the tales that write their lives like silver
who kept on trying until what was inside
became the covering of their lives.