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Who shall stand?

Too long ago to imagine
The process began
Atomic cohesiveness brings particles together
In super-heated geothermal reactions
A bubble forms
Viscous liquids separate and roil
Mixing, dividing, combining again
Atoms alike one another
Grab on to each other
A heavy, dense metal
Fluid and flowing
Begins to make its way up
To the surface
Squeezing its way between
Fractures in milky white quartz
Painting the surface of the rock
With an unseen brilliance
Waiting to be found
And then, it happens
Out of the darkness
A light shines on this brilliant, yellow, soft metal
Coming from a star
From a place similar to where this metal was made
Billions of years ago
In a nuclear crucible
The metal is taken
And fired again
Melted down, boiled
To remove impurities
And leave only the gold

And you, and your soul
Are much the same
Made in a heavenly, brilliant place
Yet coming from the earth we call Mother
Find yourself refined through the life
And the fires we pass through
To become clean and pure

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