I’m struck by each art form and how they point to our Creator, not only in beauty but allegorically.

Woodturning is no exception.

I become overwhelmed when thinking about the trees. How can one express their poetic grandeur?

To create beautiful pieces the trees themselves must die and yield to the hands of a maker. I love that these beautiful, old giants feed and house new life for the birds and creatures calling them home -even as they decay.

Under the chisel they come to life again. Every piece is a wonder, every piece is unique. The grains and colors explode as they are carved and sanded into shapes, some useful, others decorative. Seeing chucks of dead trees become art is truly wonderful. Sometimes I feel I can’t take my eyes off a piece and I know Yahweh also looked on His work (on us) and saw beauty.

So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them…. And God saw every thing that He had made, and, behold, it was good.

~ Genesis 1

Thank you for being here.

~Anna

even the incessant katydid
cannot drowned
my thoughts
nor the lightning bolts
reach to my heart
stirring up crumpled papers
strewn in all corners
crushed and smoothed
smoothed and crushed
i anticipate the rain
sweeping cleansing torrents

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at the very top
dead branches touch the sky
he clings and sways
a lone dragonfly

what does he think
up so high
does he wish
for somewhere else to fly
paralyzed with fear
or enjoying the view
four translucent wings

outside my window
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