These Hands From God
Etches of landscapes and silhouettes of faces,
paintings of starlit nights and far off places-
My existence is encompassed by the creative arts,
and with my two bare hands is where it starts.
But lately woodworking has been deep in my heart.
A few pieces of rough cedar to start off my day,
take some short or long nails and hammer away.
Making signs or shelves for myself or my family
so that all can see my heart and soul’s creativity.
I now live joyous with a purpose, o so happily.
My late sister Karen woodworked in her ol’ garage.
She’d make beautiful trellises or create a frame collage.
So now as I stand with all my tools in my hand,
her inspiration and motivation I completely understand.
This hobby was unexpected, so utterly unplanned.
I engrave personal names with a heated pen.
Start at eight in the morn and do it all over again.
There are so projects and ideas stuck in my head,
“you are so very gifted”, my dear husband said.
To an epiphany of aspirations, I have been led.
Now I tell you these things because I’m satisfied
with the artisan woman in me; so hard I’ve tried.
I shall show you just how much I am elated
as in complete happiness I am saturated.
For with these hands from God, beauty I’ve created.
Hobbies Poetry Contest
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
February 5, 2019
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2019
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