The weight said forged iron. I have seen different metals that declared they were forged. They are stronger, solid. They weren’t always like that. They were pieces. It had to be shattered, melted, shaped, and molded.
Her face was pinched. Her eyes give her pain away. They seem to brim with tears even when they are dry from the cold breeze. The face muscles squeeze out a smile. It looked painted on like a circus clown. I imagined squeeking her nose, but decided not to. I was a little afraid she’d explode. She swallowed and declared that everything was “fine.” She assumed the air of a breeze and flitted around the room. Her voice became lofty and shallow. She forced.
I sat with him. We shared stories. We shared hearts and souls. He had been shattered as bad as I had been. He had been melted by the heat of a living Hell too. HE had been shaped by necessity and integrity. He had been molded by the assurance that God loved. He had been forged.
There is a movie, “First Knight” with Heath Ledger. He is on the ground after losing a joust. His opponent stands over him and says, “You have been weighed and measured and found wanting.” He then forces and fails. After the failure, the fidelity of his friends is seen by King Edward and he is knighted. He had been weighted and measured, then defeated, then shattered, melted. The love of his friends shaped and molded him…he was forged by love.
Forged or forced?