(Chiseled the morning
of June 16, 2009).
A blank canvas,
Empty, yet full.
Brimming with potential
While bare of design.
What is hidden in this marble?
Who lies beneath your lines?
Will I chisel away the speckles
Or mar with my brushes' stroke?
Grand figures, elegant and strong.
Il Divino fashioned from the dust.
Though the work of his hands they be,
Yet none his own beauty could embody.
Prophets, apostles, our fathers attest,
More lovely, hallowed be his stained hand
Than any graceful illustration by it made,
Lowly, majestic image--beauty in the flesh.
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