The Master Carpenter

I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms.... Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~ While gently closing these doors, lowering the windows and, drawing the shades Another moment amid a lifes journey; traveling far beyond chances place Once more; consolations road winding unto the summit of hopes extended range.... This sphere above serendipities perceptions; reflections penetrating bright ~ Reasons subduing dust, to be placed in a canister of understandings Soils of purpose and promise gathered within, stain covered palms?! A tilling and mixture it shall be unto these, renovations dreams.... Such, jewels of visions sprinkled upon the petals and Brushed about the partitions dividing calls; gentle pastels ~ Clarities lines, passing through this corridore inside Cluttering walls of a shadows reprise.... Reminding myself yet again as I close the doors and, lower the blinds My eyes; gliding atop the balustrade unto the newly carpeted landing Slowly amid silent serenity gazing humbly across, times restoring treasures ~ Once condemned but never lost within; revelations resurrecting hands of ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Master Carpenter