Creation
I saw you take a piece of wood from the sea.
A gift, perhaps,
a wave-worn gesture
a history
a letter the earth wrote because it has time.
And the way you held it
like you could see what it would have been
if you saw it tomorrow, or next week.
Sometimes I wonder what side of the Atlantic I’m on
or if it matters. And what will drift to this shore
or that.
I think that if the earth chooses to bathe its relics
to a certain shape—
to craft, to forge, refine
then are we the makers, really,
because of how we hold them?
Joshua R. Wood believes in art as an expression of the
nature of the True Artist who made the world, and hopes his life will echo the
nature of the Creator which loves to rebuild and redeem broken things. The most
important things to him are his relationship with Jesus Christ, his wife, his
family and friends, his two dogs, nature in general, and a great Imperial
Stout, in that order.
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