Deep Grooves

The more time passes, the more and more distant I become to some of the people that have briefly stayed in my life and made deep grooves in this hardwood heart.  Some have polished, some have varnished, even some have tried to whittle away but only a few have truly carved a deep impression to give shape to this solid block of a person I have been.

 

These courageous people; courageous because they know they have to tools, they know the strength of their instruments, the sharpness and the gentle ease  it takes to create these forms and the delicacy of the human who’s fibers are being splintered to shape.

 

…..and the block may not always comply, the weathering of difficult seasons have knotted or varied the grains, the layers but the time and patience taken to navigate these ridges give rise to the natural veneer beauty underside. 

 

I know I was loved.  The time taken and spent.  The attentions to the details that are so necessary with humans.  I know these ones, these keepers of the sharpest tools by one trait or two.  Certain voices I can’t sand away.  Certain smiles I can’t varnish over.  Even though they are long gone, I know I was loved by the carvings they made.   Thank you.