As fragile as a fresh work of art
being crafted by a Master glass blower,
I have been pulled from the fiery crucible
of my own existence. The work,
ongoing, has been to breathe
sufficient new life into me,
a process of transformation,
breath by breath, designed
to reveal what lies beneath
this now molten exterior.
One slip of the craftsmen tool,
and there will not be any do overs.
Yet, now is the time to leave everything
behind, to surrender fully into the fire,
to rely on the artisan's skills-
to trust that in the final revelation,
I will, at last, be full blown into being...