Remembering Barbara Woolf

Two-Edged Sword by Barbara Woolf

Truth is hot
   and it burns,
Purifies
    as it turns.
Then it's cold
    and it's bold,
Always meek,
    never weak
Sword of steel,
    ever real,
Tempered in Eternal zeal.
The same yesterday, tomorrow.
Cutting through each, joint and marrow,
Deftly dashing lies asunder
While we blindly grope and blunder.
But today what is Divine,
In triumph I wield mine.

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