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How does suffering shape the human spirit?

 
 

THE SCULPTOR’S HAND

The sculptor’s chisel strikes and splinters
each blow a wound
a shattered prayer
loss and sorrow carve the stone
until buried beauty awakes

so too, I break
yet in the breaking
I am shaped by suffering
deepened by destruction
and purified by pain

despair unmakes me
yet I am reborn from flame
forged into strength
sculpted by light
carved into grace.

I rise from ruin


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