Moses, you are magnificent!
     There is awe
          In your marbled translucence,
     In your composed wholeness,
          And your quiet dignity.

Michelangelo knew you were there.
     And he chipped away unerringly
          At the rough stone
     That covered you
          Until you were free,
               Smoothed
               And polished
               And clear.

     And now you are here,
               Shining through,
          Turning marble into life!

                    (Oh, Master Sculptor,
                         I known I am not a Moses.
                    My chunk of stone is only small—
                         But I am here.
                              Free me.
                              Free me!)

Elaine Ellsworth Naylor

BYU Studies Publications