Day 139c: Strong despite the Hammers … (September 15, 2019)
“Stand like a beaten anvil, especially when thy dream is laid heavy upon thee, smoldering golden from the fire. And flinch not in those times, though heavily through that furnace-gleam the black forge-hammers fall steadily on thy hopes and dreams. Though demoniac giants round thee might well seem to loom, know that it is but the world-smiths heaving to and fro. So stand stolid like a beaten anvil. Take all their doom and all their ponderous weapons dealt. Take them willingly, blow by thunderous blow. As needful to truth & transcendence as dew-fall is to every flower, is facing such wild wrath and implacable scorn. For every pang of terror or suffering, new beauty and fresh integrity and reborn power come floating to the fore; shimmering the gold-emblazoned heat upon your life’s next new morn. So stand like a beaten anvil, my beloved. Let the wrongs of both heaven and earth beat on your Soul and ring back in song … It is true that are all repeatedly measured by our intentions more than our actions (and for sure neither mere thoughts or words). And yet it is even more relevant to remember that our intentions’ purity is only known while moving — not sit mildly intending on a bench or bed.” ~ inspired by Alfred Noyes & E.M. Forster
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