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God’s work of art.
That’s me ?
Then Beauty must lie
In the eye of the
Beholder.
I feel more like
One of those statues
Michelangelo left
Half emerging
From the marble block;
Full of potential,
On the verge of life,
but prisoned still
By circumstance and
Fear.
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| Michelangelo : Slaves |
yet part of me is free -
And you are still creating,
Bringing to life
The promise that is there.
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| Michelangelo : Slave |
Sometimes by
Hammer blows
Which jar my being,
Sometimes by
Tender strokes half felt
Which waken me to
Life.
Go on, Lord.
Love me into wholeness.
Set me free
To share with you
In your creative joy;
To laugh with you
At your delight
In me,
Your work of art.
poem by Ann Lewin, ‘Revelation’ found in ‘Invitations’ by Francis Dewar p 98
