(Happy Birthday to Me)

The gold was hidden deep within my bones
Which squatters tried to mine—ill-gotten gain—
Usurp Creation’s goodness, but the pain
Awakened purpose, lit the pathway home.

The treasure found, refiner’s fire now claims.
Release the worthless bits. Impurities
Have risen, welcome process; set at ease
My soul—no more pretending—conscience feigned.

My unrealistic expectation’s done,
The excess burns away, the truth remains,
Reflects my Maker’s image, no more stains,
And blazes brighter than the noonday sun.

No questions now, and no accusing blame:
Keep living on held safe within the flame.