Posted by: PD Warrior | March 25, 2016

The Carpenter


The Carpenter

The carpenter looks about silently,

Reflecting on all the work done by his hands

A hint of tears in his eyes

The finishing touch to his finest work

About to be complete

Sweat stings his face in the morning sun

His muscles tighten in preparation

For the placement of one last nail

His work; a labor of love from the beginning

To the end

The hammer swings

Tentatively at first

As if questioning the judgment of this act

Then suddenly drives the nail home

With a sense of finality

Hewn abruptly from the earth

Coarse wood, once gnarled and splintered

Now stands transformed by the carpenter

Into beauty beyond compare as the last tear falls

From the cross on the hill

Just a little something I wrote 5 or 6 years ago. Thought I’d dust it off and share it again… hope you all have a blessed Easter!


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