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The work of wood

Christian Century,  June 12, 2007  by John Leax

The work of wood

   The shavings curled from my plane the afternoon she stood a shadow
   in the door and spoke the single syllable. I thought, So soon, but
   deep in me a harmony awoke, a rhythm lost in the hammer song I made
   furnishing the world chair by chair, bed by bed. Her single word
   was Go. My debt was paid. Joseph's memory would be satisfied: My
   craft would find its end in speech--the Word voiced as once when
   spoken it divided light from dark and 'all Creation bloomed. I
   heard my father in her voice. Both sadness and delight indwelt the
   shop, as if the two were one as they may be when the work of wood
   is done.

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