the light-gatherers who bring us ecstatic pause,
the people who’ve cultivated exemplary skill
at recognizing, creating and embodying
honor the workings of unwanted pain,
their discovery founded on its gifts
that which possesses the hands of a master sculptor
able to chisel the lumpy,
into finest form.
What we call,
these are the tools of our own sculpting.
Strange to dismiss and condemn
the exact movements that take us,
with attention and intention,
directly from coal to diamond..
couldn’t possibly deserve the power
we give it.
Weighing into unknown,
that abyss above which we think we’d rather dangle,
held back by the collar,
a sure-footed way to be a source of light
even when entirely alone.