Patient Chisels
For GH.......

A tool chest sits
where it always has
with hammer near,
and wrenches, and gear.

Tools waiting to be gripped
by sure hand and feel
purpose known and real,
near coffee barely sipped.

Patient chisels wait
for hands to coax their stories,
whispers only, from the wood
whispers only, understood.

Hands that worked and banged
and pulled, stung year by years
till time warped fingers
found no trust within their touch.

Now that tool chest sits
on a long remembered bench,
with a workman spirit near
fingers trusting whispers still.

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Daniel A. Johnson

Copyright �2001 Daniel Johnson
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