Forged in fire

Forged in fire,
I lay the pieces of my life
on your altar
and wait

Wait
in longing.

Waiting for fire,
a fire that consumes
falls from above
and burns the dross away

Wait
in gratitude.

But still,
it burns me, too
burns deeper than I dreamed
a blaze that purifies
still I wait

Wait
in pain.

Then.
You come
with your healing waters
soothing away the agony
and at last
the wait
is
over.