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the carpenter

cuts the wood

with a blade clean

sharp straight and

true muscles con-

tract     with measured

constraint this will

be his life’s work

this labour of

l o v e      every-

thing his hand touches    be-comes    a crucifix of sorts    built with blood and sweat and

tears    he loves to work and so he works with love      he has a good eye for beauty they

say    the elegant simple beauty of a carpenter    who himself is weighed and measured

cut and sanded   patiently fashioned   the secrets of the trade   not the son but the father

suspended on a

crucifix of our de-

sign he trades his

labour for a loaf of

bread how he misses

home still hammer

and nail and clamp

and glue the wine

of life his blood

that flows he is

building the king-

dom of heaven un-

awares hammer in

hand he is con-

structing a dream

yet all he knows is

that he is working