I ponder the shavings on my shop floor and ask,
”Have I done an injustice. Have I left too much on the floor, too little on the piece to justify the loss of so great a spirit.”
In my life as this tree, when I am felled….
Will I have lived well enough? Will the essence of my life be used to create something else, greater, or will I lie mostly as shavings on some craftsman’s floor?
A noble effort to a failed purpose.
To be pondered upon as a great effort failed or the definition of a great piece created. Maybe it’s enough to have been in the hand of a craftsman. Even as shavings there would be equally a life fulfilled.
Purpose given, Purpose taken, Purpose none the less.
So to these shavings I say thank you, for giving form and function to my creations, for showing me my life. That I might be so humble to lie on some Master’s floor. That I too might justify so great a spirit.
-- ~Just A Guy With A Hammer~