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THE STONE BEFORE THE SCULPTOR,
PICKED FOR HEIGHT AND GIRTH,
CHECKED FOR FLAWS UNEARTHED.
THE HAMMER AND THE CHISEL,
THE TOOLS THE SCULPTOR NEEDS,
A VISION IN THE MIND..
OF WHAT IT IS THEY SEE.
THE SCULPTOR SET'S TO WORK,
THIS NO EASY TASK..
PATIENCE TO THE LAST.
THE CHISEL PLACED..
THE HAMMERS BLOW..
CHIPS AND CHUNKS FALL AWAY,
REVEAL WHAT IS BELOW.
THE HEAVY STRIKES..
THE GENTLE BLOWS..
THE SCULPTOR'S SKILL DOES SHOW.
A MOMENTS PAUSE...
TO LOOK AND FEEL,
THAN BACK AGAIN..
PIECES TO THE FLOOR.
LOST WITHIN THEIR VISION,
TIME IT DOES PASS BY..
WITH HAMMER AND THE CHISEL,
THE SCULPTOR DOES NOT MIND.
THE HAMMER BLOWS NOW GENTLE,
THE DETAILS FINE AND CLEAR..
SMOOTH AWAY CUT EDGES..
SOFTER LINES APPEAR.
THE SCULPTOR NOW IS FINISHED,
THE TASK IT IS COMPLETE,
WHERE ONCE WAS BUT A STONE..
FROM THE MIND TO THE HAND,
THE SCULPTOR'S VISION IS.
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THE SCULPTOR AND THE STONE
THE SCULPTOR AND THE STONE
