“Follow the grain in your own wood.”
- Howard Thurman
Ingrained Beauty Comes Of Age
....chaotic wood madness in a sculptured poem of poetic utterance,
becomes the well oiled beauty of wood gladness.
....i am the flower of my own design as i give myself to be,
and so i will pass this day declaring alimentariness.
....elementary my dear alimentary as the wood sucked the oil,
i am feeling quite blessed by our integrity of connaturalness.
....and so the call sounded out as the grain held firm,
feeling somewhat well sanded by the steely wool of wholeness.
....my passing time is ever gone before me as on this day of now,
since by your hardened hand of love i have lost my craggyness.
....rejoice-re-joy-ce my alluring phantom of well shadowed desire,
today is the revealing soft glow of your seductive ingrained woodiness.
....and so ‘they said’ to follow my grain till sitting here in the woods,
i found that which i thought was lost and i gave thanks for my graininess.
Thank you and have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/