Away from the Kiln

The master craftsman is away from the kiln today.

His tools, resting and ready for tomorrow’s clay.

He is busy fashioning something of greater value.

In his hands rest the future.

Heard in a child’s laugh, and held in a father’s loving presence.

The Gardener

The gardener stands at the city gate.
A box of ripe fruit at his feet.

Every pilgrim receives his sweet gift
as they rush on towards the temple place.

But some, recognizing the taste, stop and quickly turn back.

Knowing that his wisdom is what they've traveled so long to savor.