With the dust of marble
In his bushy beard
An implacable zeal in his heart
The intensity of a magnified sunspot
The precision of a surgical blade
A chisel held in a fist of steel
And a mallet that yielded diabolical power
That devastatingly yet tenderly
Left its imprint
Of a Son lifeless and brutally broken
Cradled in the arms of a loving mother
On a monolithic slab of stone
Time’s inscription of fleeting emotions
Scribbled on our eyes and on our every muscle
Forever captured and written in stone
leonard daranjo
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