A Cloth of Fine Gold

by Dorothy Walters

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You may think
that first lit flame
was the ultimate blaze,
the holy fire
entered at last.

What do you know of furnaces?
This is a sun that returns
again and again, refining, igniting,
pouring your spirit
through a cloth of delicate gold
until all dross is taken
and you are sweet as
clarified butter
in god's mouth.

-- from A Cloth of Fine Gold: Poems of the Inner Journey, by Dorothy Walters

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