He sits with stones displayed on his stands.
From this precipice he can harness
Sun’s red rising with his small dark hands.
Black and strong his child hands reign in
The morning chariot light of sun
‘Til it looms above his lonely lair
And casts the spell of a day begun.
He carves a Prayer and a Step in Time
From soft marbled rock until they shine.
Their surface smooth reflects sun’s glow
Mirroring the morning sky’s design.
-- circa 2002
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