wood (for Maury)- May 8


Oak. Flame. Striated, smooth,

the life of wood erupts in my

living room, like Maury, who

breathes and lives and loves

this stuff of his passion and need.


One day he decided that he

liked wood. One day wood

emerged from inside him

and came together with his

need to earn a way.


Our best vocations come when

when we are least looking, least

intentional. Just in need. Gifts

so close that we do not see them.


To know a gift is to know a giver.

Wisdom of the first sort


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