The Carpenter Poem by Michael Caldararo

The Carpenter

Rating: 2.5


With tool in hand
He forms the wood
And takes it to its goal

With no ill thoughts
And Source in heart
It comes from in his soul

With one last touch
It claims its place
To shape the Holy Scroll

It’s all now done
An inspired feat
A Man beside the pole

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Michael Caldararo

Michael Caldararo

Aberdeen, Washington
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