I will tell you a story
of a man who saw the face of God
in a hewn stone
This mason
This worker in stone saw
painted in the weave
the hand of the Creator
One thought came
To build in the name of God
a great monument of glory
to stand before the World
in witness to revelation
With chisel and cold hammer
hewn from quarry face and brought
stone upon stone carved
and raised in reverence
to make an ediface high
Pillers round centered
toward an alter
Men of the Mitre and Crown
both claiming destiny
both claim to love the stone
Hiding their inner hearts
to love the power bestowed
For half a life
Day to day toiling
Hand to mouth
with only Faith sustaining
Time fulfilled the dream
as the last stone shaped
by hard and calloused hand
was blessed and laid
The stones still sang
he could hear the benediction
as his Cathedral shone
in the morning Sun
