Monday, April 06, 2015

Once the Sculptor 
dropped the chisel 
and the hammer;
He heaved a sigh 
And humbly smiled.
For he knew his creation
will one day, crumble;
And it could be when
he still has a pulse.
Or, when he had
fulfilled his purpose.
That dawn, all sorrow
would turn to joy.
When the resting
and he would rise 
to meet the Risen.

1 comment:

Hephzi said...

Brilliant.. a short one with great depth.