Artisan
Published on April 25, 2019
Artisan
A Poem
O Hand, artist-eyed perfectionist,
Of minute care in fibrous feather.
O Hand, each spire’s architect,
Stone grown live or even better.
O Hand, conjurer of thought,
Casting dreams in adamant matter.
O Hand, casting spells on heart,
A wistful brew that cannot falter.
O Hand, music’s swaying art,
No care can burden hereafter.
O Hand, holding rein and chariot,
Guiding war and victory’s banner.
O Hand, of soul binding flute,
Plunging our being in heedless rapture.
O Hand, potioned in flower fragrant,
Making heady a simple morning hour.
O Hand, Thy single embrace joyous sweet
Forever annuls each bitter tear.
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