The Craftsman Poem by jackie compton

The Craftsman

Rating: 5.0


From the cradle to the grave.
My friends there is no such thing as a chance meeting with
God.
For we pass him everyday in life.
Like two ships that pass in the night.

So close yet so far it might seem
He never reveals himself directly to the eyes of mankind
Just his work.

By the work one knows the craftsman.
For his craft is second to none
He molds and shapes every individual and thing in
his own image.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Romeo Della Valle 10 January 2010

Excellent! , Jackie, very well penned, great talent you got, keep it up, you are in the right track and site, PH, you got my well deserved vote,10+++

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