I touch gently the limestone
and I gently rub the marble with sandstone
as I move the stone I am moved
and a figure I find beneath my fingers.
She stands upright
in the eerie light
and free she stands with this love I gave
and she speaks to me
every time I worship.
Could I create such a beauty
with my dirty fingers
wet from the first drawn clay?
published in Fine Arts Discovery Magazine
Fall 1970
Shawnee Mission, Kansas
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