A Few Passes on the Jointer
The whine of whirling blades
changes tones of drone and chatter
how sharp the knives are,
the kind of wood,
the direction of the grain,
and the particular spot on the board.
Both sound and vibration make the location
of knots so clear a blind man
and one half-deaf could still tell
when those super dense spots of slow growth
hit the blades.
if the knives are really sharp,
and the cut is light enough,
and the rate of feed fits the need,
the jointer will still leave a clean slice.
These rough boards of walnut and poplar,
taken from Appalachian stand over a hundred years ago,
are made smooth and even,
a pleasing revelation of color and grain
absent the rough marks of time and sawing.
The surface stains have been planed away,
though the deeper scars will still leave some sign.
There have been points in life
and parts of my heart and mind
that have taken their share of time
for the Lord to slice away
the ugly of twisted years
and the rough grain of rebellion.
And though sometimes the bump and chatter
may have caused some to wonder
what was the matter with me,
I have never felt lesser
no matter how much rough
he had to slice away
in order to leave a greater degree
of what I was intended to be.
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