It Is Finished
The poet mines the cave for treasures sought;
its walls encrusted with events long past.
Chipping away to find that buried thought,
emerging with gold nuggets at long last.
Then comes the day it all falls into place,
remove one word – the message feels diminished.
The poet, feeling visited by grace,
stands up and smiles, proclaiming “it is finished.”
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