Carpentry
It’s the first nail
That hurts, the sharpness
That pierces right through the framed constructs
Of our wooden fears
With
unrelenting precision
As if we could unhurry our blood or
Hammer a dismantled dream
Into a different shape
Unfurled blueprints mark the unfinished house
Where a doorjamb is still annoyingly unaligned
Or a window frame not plumb
We call upon the carpenter ,
The one who can hold nails
In his teeth,
The one who knows
Crossbeams shudder
In the gold dust of what they must bear.
Categories:
crossbeams, endurance,
Form: Free verse
Your words built worlds of blue and gray,
Brought the sunshine and the rain,
Pushed away the warmth of summer's day,
Healed the broken heart with pain.
Yours is the contradiction and the paradox,
The lifeless form for life – eternity,
The crossbeams and the cross,
Freedom never free- hands nailed to a tree.
Three nails to hold the hopelessness of Hope
And Innocence in sin for all humanity
Three nails we drove for each extremity
You and I and all humanity.
Categories:
crossbeams, angst, mystery, religion,
Form: Free verse