Mastered

If it is not a craft you are going to master,
Much unlike a hobby done for sport!
Or something like a doodle done?
You ought not make attempts,
To discuss your relationship with it!
Since it is not embraced in your heart at all!
It is something you believe attracts attention.
Not the skill performed and nourishing the soul.
An ego gets tired and old with time.
However...
A craft that has been mastered,
Is in constant practice.
It rehearses when one should sleep.
And teases itself to keep...
The signature of God upon it!
Proud it speaks with such uniqueness.
Free of pretensions to pass,
Whenever asked of origin.
It simply is as it wishes to be exposed.
And revealed the way it is and admired!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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