The Making

Pain the fire.
Change the forge.
Sorrow the cold, cold water
that makes the steel

About this poem

Hard times make us strong. Or hard times break us. Don’t ask me why it does one to some people and one to the other. But me, in this past year of changes beyond counting, I am praying (seriously, I am praying) for strong.

The painting was done by and given to me by the artist Ruth Sauer, a dear friend.

Tom