“The blind carpenter picked up his hammer and saw." My father loved wordplay. This saying was his favorite. Writing it down brings him back, as though he were alive before me. Our Father in heaven, how will you bring us back? Will you take our scattered parts and re-member them? Will the Word play with us?

Photo of a saw cutting painted wood.

Photo 2002; prayer 2014
by Danny N. Schweers

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