Casting Fire

based on Luke 12:49-53 Returned from our folly where we roamed and fled Going great lengths to be ready and stand To refine our heart's dross be loosed of its lead. In the heat of this fire cast by your hand “Blessed are the pure,” you say. “Welcome the trial Which cuts to the quick, divides house and home; Blessing comes to those who receive without guile The scalpeled word which divides marrow from bone.” Whence comes the strength to bear this affliction? To stand patiently not give way to the blast Of curses and condemnings, every malediction Not demand entitlement, not be first, but last? Cast upon the Blessed's head the fire of judgment fell, That he might cast his love on ours, to empower, send and tell. © Randy Edwards 2016 artwork: Gustav Dore