May 16, 2008

My Journey to God

The Sculptor

Calloused hands strong yet tender
Gently traveling down the limestone
Painstaking moments but not willing to surrender
A symbol of heritage and a throne

Enjoyment and family all placed aside
A grumbling heart spoke, but silently
The commitment … he must abide
Suddenly a tender inner voice sets his soul free

Your hands create this cross
But I hung upon one
Humbled by the Master
His lessons come ... if only we listen

By Patricia Boller

(Patricia Boller is a member of Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ Parish in Indianapolis. She wrote this poem after reading a story in the May 2 issue of The Criterion about a new Celtic cross at Mary, Queen of Peace Parish in Danville. Stonecarver Matthew Bruce of Bedford sculpted the cross.)

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