The Sculptor Poem by Patricia Gale
The Sculptor
Calloused hands strong yet tender
Gently traveling down the limestone
Painstaking moments but not willing to surrender
A symbol of heritage and a throne
Enjoyment and family all placed aside
A grumbling heart spoke, but silently
The commitment…. he must abide
Suddenly a tender inner voice sets his soul free
Your hands create this cross
But I hung upon one
Humbled by the Master
His lesson’s come............ if only we listen
Patricia, loved this poem by you, it's amazing how the scuptor can bring life from stone, shape it by imagination alone...Andy 10
My late husband Howard, being a sculptor in his lifetime, drew me towards this inspiring definition of the artist at work with his stone....limestone was one such stone Howard worked with quite a lot and one particular piece, instantly springs to my mind upon reading your insightful poem. Thank you for helping me see what inspired him so much more clearly Patricia....Great poem on great Art, smiling at you, Tai
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Thank you for sharing this fascinating poem Patricia! ! A powerful and capturing read! ! Best wishes! Friend Thad *10*! !