The Carpenter #Poetry

Dedicated to my friend M.

Like Father, like son

he’s up before dawn,

Saw dust dances

& glitters like gold

in the early morning sun,

Tired old hands carving

moving – ever – so – slowly

along those curves,

He sands grooves silk smooth

with an almost loving caress,

His wise owl eyes observe and


taking in every inch as though its own mile,

He tilts his head and rubs his stubble //

and he leans back and laughs awhile.

He sees a diamond in the rough

where others saw rubble,

He’s not unaware of what falling has taught him,

He sees these scraps of wood are

not unlike his own scars,

He crouches at rock bottom //

He knows where to start

because the wise way

to build is up…

So with the wisdom of Joseph;

and the strength of old Judah-

The carpenter lays

the foundation for

what will one day

become // his own hallelujah.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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2 Responses to The Carpenter #Poetry

  1. This is a very wise poem… how the craftsman can find something larger in what he builds with such care… it’s like the mason who sees the cathedral in the first brick he lays.

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