Prayer at the Workbench

by The Devotional Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

My father did not pray loudly. He measured twice, returned borrowed tools, and apologized without adding but. On Saturdays, he taught me how a loose hinge becomes a damaged door when nobody stops to listen. Only later did I understand his workbench theology: repair what your hands can reach, and ask forgiveness for the rest.
55 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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