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The Master Carpenter

Having spent much of my entire life it seems somehow cluttering a shadows 
Walls with window box residue: inside these rooms considering now the hands of 
time's 
Potter and I but this clay while closing gently these doors; lowering her windows 
drawing light's
Shades another moment amid a life's journey while traveling far beyond, chances 
place ?
Once more consolation's road winding unto it's summit in hope's, extended range; 
this sphere
Above serendipity's perceptions reflections penetrating, of beautiful bright, 
reasons....
Subduing dust to be placed in a canister be understanding's soils what purpose: 
promises
Gathering about, stain covered palms ? Tilling this mixture of me shall we see these, renovatives
Dreams such jewels their visions sprinkled atop petals as brushed aside, the 
partition's dividing calls
Meek pastel clarities gentle lines; passing through another corridor inside; cluttered 
walls a shadow's reprise
Reminding myself yet again as we close time's door lowering diablo's blinds ? These 
eyes gliding past
Her balustrade unto Beauty's newly carpeted landing renovation's you and me: 
silent serenity gazing humbly
Slowly aross a reasons treasures; thought condemned but never, within: Love's 
revelations His resurrecting, hands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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