(Part 1) A Labour of Love.
I admire the hands of the craftsman,
Nimble and quick,
Steady and slow.
Weaving the lives of
Those who do not know.
The same feet,
Carrying the load.
Toiling, struggling
for this chapter
to close.
Sweat, for the child
still unborn.
The pages are torn.
Wandering devotion
instilled in faith.
You have the answers.
Why do you wait?
(Part 2) The Trials of Time
Symmetrical to the heart
You have within,
Are the grains of sand
that make up this land.
Watch from your seat
as history is formed,
Or lies,
For all they know.
In the future,
They speak with their eyes closed.
Repeating stories
That have already
been told.
Awaiting,
an end
to a seed
ungrown.
You can’t find a place.
There is no place to go.
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