Crafted

 

love like a sculptor shapes us all

with skilled and practised hands

smooths a sharpness here, an angle there,

melts edges with tears

cuts away with a ruthless knife

the clay no longer needed

and in time we become

what we never thought we could be

step out of the dark to a braver world

glory in our new found beauty

our crafted strength

and smile at the knives that opened

a new believing heart