Friday, September 23, 2016

An Unfinished Project

The piece of wood
has been stripped of its bark.
Pine,
oak,
maple,
it matters little.
We all must come when beckoned.

The wood is shaped
by a saw,
a chisel and plane.
It is no more what it was,
but what it has become.

The carpenter assigns
shape,
texture,
color.
The fibers will build
a table or chairs
a shelter
or a cross.

Unfinished
is a state of grace.
Submitting our essence
to the will of other.
The will of He who uses a chisel
to bore out my sins.




copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr

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