Writing for the Wastebasket.

The Winding Way

 

Bliss refines the winding way

as though by sculptors skilled caress.

The coarse to smooth, though gaze betray

the grooves and hollows of distress:

of work, and toil, and strain belayed

by grace divine and bellows blessed

to breathe into a love delayed

ease, life and grace-

togetherness.

  

A sculptor's masterpiece, at first glance, is smooth and supple in texture.  As one looks more closely, however, the markings left by the tools of the sculptor are evident.  They remind us that all such masterpieces are the cumulative result of myriad tiny strokes and efforts.