Prosper the Work of Our Hands


Prosper the Work of Our Hands
Even now, the axe is at the root of the tree,
and the day that Abram heard the call
and left his father’s home,
he took the carpenter’s hatchet
and hacked every statue his father fashioned
and intended to sell
to splinters;
all but the largest, in whose hands
he rested the hatchet.
As he readied to depart, his father
returned from market and demanded,
angrily, to know why Abram had smashed
all the carvings, the work of his hands.
Abram explained that he had not,
but that the statue holding the hatchet had.
His father flew into an uproar
shouting that a statue
could do no such thing.
Abram, hearing the call again,
turned West to a Promised Land
across the desert, explaining to his father
that his father was right, a statue
could do no such thing

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