There is within the eye of man

The thing which he doth see about the earth

And of these things he cries unto himself

That he is greater yet than all of these

And so he seeks with hand or tongue

Or holds the sculptor’s chisel

That he may carve the thing whereof he sees

Or touch with feathered strokes of brush

To paint the picture of his world and form

The mason with the brick or farmer with the plough

In seeking yet to bring on to himself

These things which he sees

Yea though with all of this

And though his strife is long and mighty

He cometh soon upon the place

And all of this is naught but dust

And so his Spirit riseth up

And in the rising finds thereof

All the things which were born not from strife

But added only from his God

By Ernest L Norman

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