Today is a why day.<\/p>\n
It is the reason that the sun
\nhas been greeted on so many mornings
\nand the reason that the stars
\nhave gone to bed so often
\nbefore you.
\nIt is the reason for all the miles
\nof good road
\nand poor road
\nand nights when eyelids
\ncould have used (in toothpicks) the same
\nfamework you’d built that morning
\nto support an exhausted frame.<\/p>\n
Today is a day
\nwhen the sacrifices and lonely times
\nshow their worth.
\nIt is the dawning of a day
\nin your own history.<\/p>\n
Today is why
\nyou walked away
\nfrom things you loved before.
\nWhen you stepped into the darkness,
\nan unfamiliar place, away from the
\nroads you knew well.<\/p>\n
You chose another path –
\none with sore arms
\none with thick hands
\none with scrapes
\nand cuts
\nand slivers.<\/p>\n
Today is a day
\nwhen you look like houses.
\nYour good bones covered
\nwith the clean, fine lines of hard labor,
\nYou skin darkened by sunshine
\nand softened by weather.
\nYour eyes as clear as old glass,
\ncrafted with intention and care.<\/p>\n
Today is a day
\nto remind you
\nof how you first fell in love.<\/p>\n
How straight she was, how tall.
\nHow graceful and beautiful.
\nHow her windows rippled in the light.
\nHow your hands felt against her smooth planks.
\nHow she would bear the years with your care.
\nHow you would bear the years with her memory…<\/p>\n
How she stood stronger when you left her.<\/p>\n
Yesterday you touched charred wood
\nand build around it a reliquary –
\na sturdy one – big enough to hold its story.<\/p>\n
Today, you reach out
\nacross decades to
\nmake the mortise
\ntransform the tread
\nfix the fenestration…<\/p>\n
Today is a why day.<\/p>\n
Today you write your own history
\nin story and wood.<\/p>\n
Today you climb and look
\nacross the tall trees in splendor,
\nacross the long roads,
\nacross your own years.<\/p>\n
And from that great height
\nthe sound of hammer to nail
\nrings and rings and rings
\nwith a music
\nmore
\nbeautiful
\nthan any
\ncast
\nbell.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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