If I were a sculptor
which I am and
my material was flesh and bone
the day to day mundane,
what would I…have I…
shaped of this thus far?
Chipping away non-angel slivers
molding with not always nimble fingers
trust and hope and in despair
keep on shaping…shaping…trusting
I will know what is too much,
what is enough.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine