Howdy PE, imagine meeting you here??
;)
Kids always learn to talk about daddy first, poor moms can feel kinda down sometimes.
Speaking as a mother to four daughters, I know the feeling.
I saw yer tag go by in the forum. ;-)
I think BG learned mommy way before daddy.
Wood
(this is a revision of an earlier poem. I think it is stronger - but I'm not sure if it's finished.
Wood has grain
that tells the carpenter
how to use it,
where to split,
how to hew.
When the carpenter looked at this log,
deciding how to work it,
whether it could be split smooth with wedge or froe,
or needed to be squared by axe,
what would he have done
if he had known who was to use it,
who would carry it down the narrow streets?
Would he have tried to smooth the wood,
finish the edges,
or hands trembling,
been unable to complete the job?
And yet this simple rough beam
shaped plainly like so many others,
became a thing of wonder
more beautiful that the most elegant woodwork,
for it was destined to hold God's gift
for a dying world,
burnished by his own sweat,
stained with his own blood,
polished by his own death,
a work that only the Master Carpenter of them all
could have created