A Slab of Time - a timber slab dining table

lisa martin, Greenville Texas


One day a squall
With vengeance blew
Swift carnival
Within his view
With mythic strength
Toppled an oak
And dropped its length
As rumbling broke
The anxious skies
Eight years the tree
Napped on its flank
Eternity
And sun it drank
Its marbled grains
And girdled rings
Were magically stained
Recording things
For mankind’s eyes
Recalling the storms
With primitive tools
The artisan performs
The golden rule
To honor the tree
As he desires
His own life to be
When he expires
One day resurrected
Through love reborn
Through Carpenter’s toil
Reclaimed, not forlorn,
Anointed with oil
Not fuel for fire
Not pulp for man’s fables
But splendor inspired
An exceptional table
A slab now perfected

A Slab of Time - a timber slab dining table