They promise desire;
Asking how would we like it?!
Then they clip away…
They shape God’s beauty—
Reflecting its precious glow:-
Trimming its glory…
They are art masters—
Canvassing beauty mere words
Can’t encapsulate…
They are God’s crafters…
Priming His sacred beauty:-
Barbers of essence…
Clipping and sniping,
Molding God’s living beauty;
That’s what barbers do…