to train the hand in ways unknown
to generations long past grown
We move the will, we shift the heart
the words we speak become fine art
to move the will and change the path
and walk in ways not seen or mapped
and sit in places not before
or look with eyes undone and sore
afraid to step or move in faith
should someone else trail and blaze?
if certain pearls were deeper still
who would know the shells they fill
if lands discovered were still less known
and peoples suffered well alone
colors remained not glorified
truths and tears not justified
could it be me who trained them still
to use their hands and bend their will
a skill or talent prior lost
unheard, not taken denied by most
regained with passion, daring risk
a chance , acquaintance a heart of bliss
must move and twist, must try and fail
if ever life and love prevail.
