Sculptor

When in a state of meditation free,

A sculptor sees more than a tree.

And when he touches a marble shard,

His soul cries out with true regard.

But when he begins his work to shape,

Both doubt and insight with him he’ll take.

Then halfway down the creative lane,

The master creator will take the reins

And guide the sculptor to the form,

Where beauty and pleasure in him is born.

When done he’ll stand in awe and stare

And marvel at GOD who got him there.