Hands begin the work of mind- the craft and skill- the ancient grind of lost days and lost ways inscribed on hidden stone revealed beneath the bone within the tomb where once was laid the rugged vessel perfect made and wrapped in shroud.... so silent still and loud.
Hands resume the work of heart to craft in skill the whole and part- the frame within like eyes unseen- a head and spleen like rose in bloom- feet uncrossed and limbs long- a sculpture made in solemn room.
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Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers