Wood



the truth of things is often hard to stand -
we thought our lives were better full and strong -
and when the cuts were made with saws of band,
the Truth Of All did teach us we were wrong.

but sweet as you were once, you are still now,
as simple cuts made here, and there, still show;
with each new shaving glance, new beauty:  how?
the wonder of our Lord we'll never know.

the trials of this world can't harm our core,
and then He smooths our edges, does this Jew.
more precious now, to me, then e're before - 
for each new day He shows me more of you.

for to the Whittler's will, we two must bend:
his humble servant, me; and you?  God-send.

Your comments are greatly appreciated. nandor@wellington.org


1999 by Nandor