The Goldsmith

Next to the great thinkers,
The builders of castles
It seems I have not the resources nor the skill
To contribute to the arc of human understanding
As much as I desire to think and write
What might change history
I find myself instead twisting gold filigree
An inch at a time
To adorn the thoughts of another

This work is lovely
For all its painstaking detail
but should the castle fall
all my labor falls with it
And so my great task becomes
To adorn something lasting
In the City of God
Rather than a passing folly
To be torn down by the next great thought

© 2020 Jacqueline Tisthammer. All Rights Reserved.

(Photo by Holger Link on Unsplash)

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