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A Poem In Hiding (2)
dsallen

Through grind and toil there grows the art to please.
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A wish of distant hope must move from thought;
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From thought the word to deed in full release,
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Imprints itself upon the world, is caught.
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The sculptor’s eye can see the shape unformed,
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Alive in marble block, then chiseled free.
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For Nature’s art in pattern we adore:
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The hidden face in clouds emerge we see--
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My Lord who stood alone, but then was Three,
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Whose Word is Will and art of God With Us,
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A breathing art of selfhood that is free,
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To live and work and weave in Nature’s trust;
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For God is life and I through Life am form,
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My works to imitate in thanks are born.
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24 Mar 08

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I likes this
Good work.
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nice (2).
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