The Spirit Cries For Freedom

Each artist hears the pleading cry they cannot help but heed
Spirits held imprisoned are now calling to be freed.
They may have waited centuries for the gifted one to near
The spirit feels excitement for it knows this one will hear.
The draw to just a certain piece, for the artist is so strong
The spirit now is ready to guide gifted hands along.
The chisel renders wood apart with each hard yet well-placed stroke
With softer taps and gouging, falls away the wooden cloak.
Excitement grows in heart and hand; release is very near
The carvers’ eyes are filled with awe as the spirit now appears.
The beauty of the spirit, borne of patience while confined
Is more enhanced by the carvers’ soul; forever they’re entwined.

Written with love for Bob, a most gifted carver.
©Margie Fortune August 22,2005