“I am a stone,” said I,
And to the ear that heard, I turned,
“See what I’ve made?” (In breathless rapture.)
A hasty glance was made to capture.
—
“See how it stands,” said I,
With spark, a gleam, in eye that burned.
And then that ear, with tongue, awoke,
“I am the stone,” it also spoke.
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“But I have made,” said I,
With silent speed, “and I have earned…”
That ear with tongue, now piercing look,
Retrieved my breath with dogged hook,
—
And to the ground went I,
As though like sea it tossed and churned,
Ear, and tongue, and eye, with hand,
Reaching forth with holy brand,
—
“Listen!” said ear, and I,
Upon my knees that rapture spurned,
“No stone are you, but paltry shred,
Following forgotten head.”
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When final word heard I,
A speck of sand, the case now learned.
No stone was I, but clay for cup,
A maker not – the one filled up.
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-GS
Galatians 6:3