In a gathering of old souls who recognized and sang to mine
I heard echoes of long past ages and words innately divine
Whispers of untold secrets ’til then escaped, undivulged
But in aching accumulation of awareness, at last were nudged
To take in hand the chisel, and from the marble carve a light
In search of those souls glimmering far brighter in the night
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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