All or One

Each one

is like

a precious

jewel,

continually

fashioned by

a higher hand(s),

hewn,

turned,

sculpted,

etched,

watered,

tumbled,

mined -

whatever the particular case may be: individually.

There is

a wisdom

in this

that no-one

knows and

cannot spell,

but the

higher hand(s)

to which

the face

is drawn -

seeking,

asking,

pining,

hurting,

illumining,

wondering,

and finally -

seeing -

that all of this pain is about divining,

and that somebody up there does like you,

after all, each and every one of you, All or one.

copyright Monika Roleff 2005