The Verbal Sculptor

Destiny has made me a sculptor of thought;
creating the Master’s messages of love.
But how can a sculptor create what ought;
with words that were crafted above?

How does one choose from the hardest stone,
to carve out an ediface of thought?
Does the Master consider that I can, alone;
create that message, He wrought?

Hammering my chisel on words in stone;
crafting a message, of love, to be read;
hoping each detail will set the right tone;
wondering if all, will ignore it, instead.

But, like many others, I focused on me;
those words, I used, had energy, inside;
the fool, I was; was unable to see;
God’s truth; even a fool couldn’t hide.

Why did He trust His Wisdom with fools;
rather than choose others, unassailable?
He trusted fools with wisdom’s jewels;
because, only fools were available.

Monty 7/2/21.