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The Gifts That Lie Within

I was an art major in college, and I especially loved anything to do with line drawing whether it be a simple pencil rendering or something more involved like intaglio printmaking—etching and engraving. But as time went on, and I got married, started a career, had children and grandchildren, I rarely engaged in creating art. After so many years, I was afraid to fail.

Contrast this with my son-in-law Andrew who is always up for trying new things. Seven years or so ago, he taught himself woodworking. He started out simple—making benches and beds. Last year he made a kayak from watching YouTube videos. He plans to make 4 more, one for each member of the family. He inspired me to return to drawing.

The following poem is about the artistry—"the gifts”—the poet believes lies in each of us, just waiting to burst forth and be shared.

It’s entitled, coincidentally, Wooden Boats, by Judy Sorum Brown.

I have a brother who builds wooden boats, Who knows precisely how a board Can bend or turn, steamed just exactly Soft enough so he, with help of friends, Can shape it to the hull.

The knowledge lies as much Within his sure hands on the plane As in his head; It lies in love of wood and grain, A rough hand resting on the satin Of the finished deck.

Is there within us each Such artistry forgotten In the cruder tasks The world requires of us, The faster modern work That we have Turned our life to do?

Could we return to more of craft Within our lives, And feel the way the grain of wood runs true, By letting our hands linger On the product of our artistry?

Could we recall what we have known But have forgotten, The gifts within ourselves, Each other too, And thus transform a world As he and friends do, Shaping steaming oak boards Upon the hulls of wooden boats?

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