Sculptors say that they look at a solid block of marble
And see that a statue is locked inside it
It only takes the trained eye to see it
And the skilled hand to realize it.
All you or I see is a big rock.
We see another person
And may just see another face
But with a trained eye and heart
We may see a beautiful soul.
We see ourselves
And just see our flaws
The shadows from our past
Or any number of defects.
But if we train our eyes and our hearts
To see what we could be
To discern the treasures that lie within.
We will cultivate a thing of beauty.
There is no higher calling than that of
The sculptor of souls
Who sees what can be
Rather than just what is.