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Yeshua -- 5, Carpenter

In the beginning. . .
was the word

 The Lord gave the word: great was the company of those that published it. Psalms 68:11

v. the Carpenter

 

Villagers knew the carpenter's rule was true,

     a straight path a stylus grooved to cut,

an edge to shim, imperfections hid in the grain

 

sand and sweat would smooth; his compass

     laid flawless circles; he was master

of adze and awl amidst shavings and sawdust

 

confetti.  He carved yokes to weather years

     of abuse, plows to furrow.  But his heart

was unprotected glass he left not so shatter

 

proof.  His intended's three-month sojourn set

     it square:  whose child was it, if not his?  

Unfaithfulness would be met with stony silence.

 

The courtship veered another course: quietly

     put her away.  Even beggars had ten toes

to count the months.  He never foresaw

 

an angel the height and heft of a man or heard

     so plain his message wrapped in a dream:

Fear not -- the child in her is of the Holy Spirit.

 

So the wedding went on: a candlelight procession,

     drum and timbrels, benediction under the stars,

a feast, toast, songs, a night only the unborn slumbered.