A marble face
Is love in stone
For one who placed
Their faith alone
In hammer – chisel – hands –
To meet the very spine
Of mountain’s steady stance
And struggle soul and mind
For more than they could plan – far more!
For more than they knew they’d achieve!
Their work began deep in their core,
For first of all they need believe
That even though their stone
Was blank as it could be,
In it as in their own
Sound body lay a seed.
What honored place
Deserves the art
That shows stone face
And claims a heart?