The Statue

The Statue

Man of Stone

Sinewed Rock of Beauty

Someone poured

Passion into your creation

I can touch your face

As it watches Heaven

But you will never see

Who has touched you

You cannot enfold another

In your solid arms,

Nor return any emotion

You may stir in others’ spirits

You are Created

By the Created

An Expression of the Living

Yet not alive

You are a Catalyst of Thought,

Quiet companion of the Alone

Remind us of Life in its Beauty

That our hearts Can be touched,

Can be Given, Can transform

Our arms reach out and draw closer

Our Creator poured His Passion

Into us, and it is an Eternal Flame

That can melt a heart of stone

The Created may Create

The Finite may Reach toward the Infinite

We may turn our faces to Heaven

And find the Eyes of Love that made us

The Same Hands that formed, that sculpted,

The Nail-Pierced Hands of Sacrifice

Reach to our being to bring us Home

The Worthy desires the Undeserving,

The Maker makes us worthy,

Conceiver of the Inconceivable

Vanquisher of the Impossible

Sculptor of Souls

Touch our hearts, that we may have life Forever

For Eternity is found in the Passion of the Great Artist