Thought is a wondrous crucible,
Wherein ores dull and gray
May be transmuted into gems
Of truth to light our way.
There lurking doubt becomes true faith
That gleams like stars above;
There sorrow is transformed to joy;
There hate is turned to love.
There bitter memories emerge
As blessings in disguise,
Which turned us from pursuit of sense
And pointed to the skies.
There clouds convert to sunlight's gold;
There passing dreams of pain
And failure are transmuted
Into health and peace and gain.
How can the heart show gratitude
Meet for the marvels wrought
By Love's sweet alchemy
In this blest crucible of thought?
