The Sculptor

by Elizabeth McGinn


Poetry


woman sculpting clay
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by Sarah Heavren ’21

I am a block of marble.
There is potential hidden inside.
But from the whole outside world,
My purpose and value seem to hide.

I exist for my Sculptor
Who crafts me with unmatched care and skill.
He has a unique vision
Of a purpose that I can fulfill.

Sometimes He carves out large parts,
Ones which I once believed I needed.
He reveals something better
That has been hidden deep beneath it.

I have learned from my Sculptor
That I myself can’t know my true form.
I must trust my Sculptor’s work
And His graced hands to make me transform.

 


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