5.8
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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