The Stone Mason

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.

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