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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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