From ECLIPSE
NOTE:
THIS UNNAMED POEM WAS FOUND IN A NOVEL WRITTEN BY PAUL HUTCHENS ENTITLED ECLIPSE. THIS HAS BECOME MY VERY FAVORITE POEM AND I WANT TO SHARE THIS SPECIAL GEM WITH YOU!
There is a place within my temple,
For long ages kept for thee:
I must fashion thee to fill it
Through a bright eternity.
From the quarry I have hewn thee,
Rugged, hard, and sin-defiled;
I must change and I must cleanse thee,
Wouldst thou stay the work, my child?
Ask it not, 'twill soon be over,
Then thou'lt thank me for the pain.
See how every pang was needed,
Not one stroke bestowed in vain.
Tools of earth, sharp axe and chisel
Will have ceased their work at last.
Perfect to thy place I'll bring thee:
Every tear and trial past!
Author Unknown
