They say He was a carpenter.
I can only say,
I have known carpenters.
They don’t seemed to have been trained.
They seem to have always known boards
and square, always square
like a flag their square
like Plato’s perfect order,
I wonder if He was on a roof
hoisting rafters without a shirt
driving ancient nails into ancient boards,
glistening in the summer sun,
smiling at the ladies
with the work of His hands.
My friend the carpenter has given me a deck,
to watch His birds
take joy in building nests.
by David Jackson
David is the Publisher of Artvilla.com.
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