Only the mason knows the secret flaw
carved into the setting of precious stones
and metal, glorious, reflecting sunlight
and the king’s delight, having built God a home,
domesticated the Wild One, his prize.
Inspired by the whorl and swirl of a wild
flower, the labourer worked his prayer into
the very foundation of the Temple;
a small act of rebellion, under
mining the master’s design,
entreating all that is Holy,
in the language of the free –
the birds of the air, lilies of the field –
to see that which is hidden beneath.
over the water 