Monday, May 10, 2010

In an old city

You can find brick and metal and Spanish moss mingling on the same street.

You can find shapes that speak to you. You say to the unknown maker, " I know you."

In your minds eye, you see him- fifty, sixty years ago or more, seated at a drafting board, crisp white shirt, high wooden stool, the tools of the trade, pencils and rule, triangles and  templates surround him.

He plays with shapes-drawing, measuring, comparing, pondering a simple thing, this rail.

And he finds it-this lovely combination of angles and circles and cat's eye.
It is a good day's work.

Truly, this is what it must mean to be at play in the fields of the Lord.

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