In fashioning Stone to give a song in every turning, <br />by giving flow to glass that is not molten, <br />placing a dancing step within a twist of steel, <br />bringing life and warmth to wood long dead, <br />seeing the story in a shape, where none intended <br />this, surely is the alchemy in your Art <br /> <br />By your hand and inner eye is the common <br />made to become uncommon, cherished, special. <br />Breathing sympathy into that which, by natures way, <br />is wrought from clay and holds no life nor feelings. <br />To balance shapes upon a pin within your mind <br />and be not breathless at the audacity in the thought. <br /> <br />To know the shape of time and space <br />To give bright image to a feeling. <br />To hold within your palm a sunset's touch, <br />and awaken within a dormant heart <br />the fires of something long forgotten. <br />To be a signpost to life's light and beauty. <br /> <br />To comprehend the colours of emotion <br />and mirror them in paint and weft. <br />So that on their reading, each heart <br />and eye, is given choice of understanding. <br />To bring forth from base elements <br />The golden touchstone of the future. <br /> <br />To give yourself into the singing stone <br />So that hand and heart and mind <br />are laid bare, for all to witness. <br />To have the courage and the charity <br />to open your palms and show the workings <br />of your soul. <br />Should we not cherish such alchemy as this? <br /> <br /> <br />TO JOE on your graduation <br /> “In admiration of your own unique alchemy, ”<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-make-stone-sing/
