• The Tinkerer

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    On the edge of town,
    near the fallow gulch,
    the tinkerer walked
    the row by night,
    a shadow amidst the
    moistness and moonbeams,
    seeking scrap and shard.

    His eyes strained
    to find
    the lost things,
    the broken items,
    the discarded debris,
    marred mementos
    from better days,
    from happier hearts,
    from livelier loves,
    from healthier homes,
    when fullness was free
    and friendship was flowing.

    On the edge of town
    the tinkerer walked
    a shadow
    under starlight
    bearing scraps
    and shards
    and other lost things
    he found within
    the row.

    He knew
    the levee,
    the alleys,
    the courtyards,
    the lanes
    where he crept,
    and by moonlight
    he returned the scrap
    to where he found it
    before the birth of dawn
    in bouquets
    of tin and tinsel,
    trophies to
    the scintillation
    of better hours,
    of better days,
    of better months,
    when all was
    new and good,
    each monument
    shined by his tears
    for his lost years.

    And in the musty
    of the
    morning half-light,
    he skulked back
    to his hollow
    to sleep,
    and wander
    in his dreams.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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