The carved slab of stone appears
soft and delicate
as silk fabric.
I can almost see it move with a gentle breeze.
Where was he going?
Who took the time to care about such detail? To imagine perfection in this design?
How did he feel that day when the stone was a hunk of sheer force,
and the idea of such an image was about to take hold of his hand?
The first step is that one must trust and begin,
no matter how hard.
Chiseled grace.
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