To each one is given a marble to a carve for the wall, A stone that is needed to heighten the beauty of all.
And only his soul has magic to give it grace.
And only his hands have the cunning to put it in place Yes, the task that is given to each one, no other can do. So the errand is waiting. Has waited through ages for and now you appear, and hushed ones are turning their gaze ‘ To see what you do with your chance in the chamber of days.
Article extracted from this publication >> September 16, 1994
