The Miracle Worker
He was always a strange child.
We taught him to work with his hands,
to fashion useful items like tables and chairs,
and he did
yet all that he made
was perfect and far beyond compare.
The whole of Nazareth
learned of his craft,
how he wrought miracles
out of hoary pieces of wood.
People came from miles around
to marvel at his skills.
Some said he was inspired
by the ancient artisans
whose blessed works
had now been largely forgotten.
Joseph thought him possessed
by a prowess that was heaven sent.
All who beheld him apply his genius
confessed that he was
without doubt
a master carpenter.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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