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WORKBENCH
Contributed by
aernby
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Saturday, 16th November 2002 @ 06:30:00 PM in AEST
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Craftsman: I labour on a bench of wood,
with tools of sharp bright steel
Poet: I labour on the bench of my heart
Memory and desire, intensely real
But I am more than that and less,
A priest ordained, and called
For service at another workbench
By God and people sanctified
At this altlarbench I labour not
Yet I have work to do where all
Our labours, loves and follies meet,
One who loves us, great and small.
Here the holy hawk of heaven
Though some have called her dove;
Sits on my shoulder, and with beak
And talon, teaches me of love
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2002-11-16 18:30:00]
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Re: WORKBENCH
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by LOWMAN613 on
Saturday, 16th November 2002 @ 11:02:24 PM AEST
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| Very nicely done I enjoyed this!Christina |
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Re: WORKBENCH
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by OreO on
Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 01:58:16 AM AEST
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This is beautiful aernby, i
really enjoyed reading this, it's
such a beautiful way to celebrate
in your own way , thanks for
sharing this one, Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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Re: WORKBENCH
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by wordsy on
Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 08:25:54 AM AEST
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A heart that tolls a labor of love.
A nice read,
wordsy. |
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