Small things

How can we face the biggest issue,
Without the small things.

Can we, help another to recover,
If sickness lies within.

Can a life shine a light, without, to spark a flame.

Can a passion from within,
Win this bloody game.

To sharpen a blade with precision,
Is not a simple feat.

It takes the master craftsmen,
To make the job complete.

And when the final touches are laid upon that stone,

A weapon will be produced,
Meet for the feat.

For dividing, spirit, flesh and bone.