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 © Jeremy Street | Year Posted 2014
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