Another poem from the “Master’s Series of Poetry.”
The Master’s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
Gently and with love the Master set the little…
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