Chisel in hand stood a sculpter boy,
with a marble block before him.
His face lit up with a smile of joy..
as an angel dream passed in him...
He carved that dream on the yeilding stone (of cyberspace<g>)
...with many a sharp incision.
*In heavens own light the image shone-
He had caught the angel vision..
Sculptors of life are we...
with lives un-carved before us.
Let us carve the dream on yeilded stone
with many sharp incision-
It's heavenly beatuty shall be our own...
..Our lives that Angels vision..
G.W.Doan
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