BURNISHED

I've a way of my own,
Cut precisely in stone,

It's served me well
As far as I can tell.

But the time has come ,
As it may for some,
When adornment takes place,
Of eyes, mouth, ears, face.

With colors of ochre clay,
Created for many a day,
To worship at the shrine,
Of all that is Divine.

I'd a way of my own
Cut precisely in stone
It served me well,
As a monastic cell.

Tushie