A Carving Away

The truth
is a whittling away,
a slow, steady unveiling of the angel
hidden deep in the wound.

About this poem

There is a story about Michaelangelo once finding a large block of marble and declaring there was an angel inside it and he was going to set it free.

That story haunts me as I talk to people and as I talk to myself, peeling away the rubble, always learning the next layer. It’s hard work and mostly I believe worth it, even if there seems to be no end. The journey, the way, not the destination. I try to keep that in mind, though honestly, I’d rather just get there and rest.

Tom