Scarlet Robe Creations

"It's beautiful," the young woman with curly brown said, walking a complete circle around the rustic creation. The old man, a carpenter by trade, wearing denim overalls that had seen paints of various colors, looked at the product of wood and nails.  He chewed on a bit of tobacco while resting his thick hands on his workbench. "It's a feeding trough," he responded. "Nothing special about a feeding trough." "Don't you see?  The wood is perfect." "That's the wood your father wanted me to use.  Said he got those pieces of timber from some old barn next town over.  Some of the boards were beyond use, rotted.  Did what I could." "It's perfect," she exclaimed a second time. "For feeding animals, yes.  There is no beauty in rough lumber that will do nothing more than hold feed for sheep and donkeys." The young woman walked over to the trough and placed her hand on the wood.  It was rough, just as the car...

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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author