Shaped in this world, through our pain

[RedEye Master]

The Sculptor

Awakened
in this world,
alone
but for the embrace
of a loving Father.
Mere blocks of stone,
waiting to be shaped
by the delicate hands
of our Creator.
Eroded,
over time
by pain,
and the chilling winds
of seeming indifference,
yet every pebble
violently chipped away,
is done so
by carefully calculated blows
from an omniscient,
and eternally wise
master Sculptor.
Layers of cold marble,
slowly,
and painstakingly
carved away,
to reveal
angelic forms
imprisoned within,
and when at long last,
the final shard is gone,
and the artist,
finally satisfied,
we are ready,
to ascend.

[SweetSativa]

I like. Very effective sculpter of worlds from words, you are.