THE CRAFTSMAN The sun pierces through the cracked window highlighting a piece of hardwood he studies: his gnarled fingers probe gently, hands moving back and forth, searching, sensing. The light strikes a shining blade: he picks it up and begins: chiselling, etching, engraving, calling from the wood a precious creation capturing the memory of a fleeting life. Time pauses in his drafty shop as his sculpture comes to life between skilled fingers and powerful hands. His mind doesn't dream of praises nor compete for awards: it sees only the task at hand, enjoyment filling his soul, anticipating the blessing of touching a child's heart with a hand-made gift flowing with love. For the carver, like the poet gives substance to his thoughts. Etched lovingly in chosen wood, each image blends into the other, imitating nature's flawless harmony; a reminder for those who understand.