THE WOODCARVER

I saw this piece of wood one day.  When I picked it up it seemed to say, there’s something hiding inside of me.  Remove some chips and you will see.  I looked to see what I might find.  And soon an image came to mind.  My task was now to set it free.  What’s hidden in this piece of tree.  With loving care each cut was made.  Wood peeled off with a sharp edged blade.  And as each chip fell to the floor.  I could see the object more and more.  By one final cut it was set free.  My work of art for all to see.  This piece of wood which would just lay.  And see it’s body soon decay.  Was now transformed and given life.  With careful cuts of gouge and knife.  By carving something from this tree.  It lives again because of me