The Invited Guest. . . .the Carpenter


The Teachers Speak. . . .and yet the beauty we encounter is being multiplied here and there,  but lacking only the invisible quotient.. . . . we have not been invited in.   What did you learn to do so young?   To invite the hosts of heaven as your daily companions and then to proceed to live your life as though it was real.  It was and we are and that is the difference.

            Your friend said that it would be embarrassing to have the heavens as your daily companions.  Your retort was aptly put but you then said that you had to live your life that way.  It was the way you were.  Do you not think that if all the world behaved in like manner,  there would be less friction, less tumult in the marketplace?  Would not everyone then, so called,  clean up their act?   They think it would be an invasion of privacy but the kernel of the idea will take root and they will ask within,  but how do I know for certain she is not right?  If she sees things that I cannot, will my eyes ever be opened?  Will my prayers one day be heard?  If they are not, why not? How else can I clean up my self?

            You know that what you observe teaches you.  Well,  as you watch,  so you are watched.   Not only by those surrounding you but also by those invisible. 


The Invited Guest

I once knew a good carpenter,
who with hammer and saw
and wood and file
showed me how to build a chair.

I did and sat on it
and then decided I needed a table.
With hammer and saw
and wood and file,
I built a table and sat at it.

I knew I needed another chair
for an Other to sit on.
So with hammer and saw
and wood and file,
I built it.

I then invited the carpenter
to join me at the table.
We lit a candle and talked
and a new world was born.
How did I know

I first needed to learn how to build?

Photo by Kathy Qualiana


3 responses to “The Invited Guest. . . .the Carpenter”

  1. Veronica, as with so many of your pieces, I am reduced to silence-need to sit with the beauty and truth of your words. You are a mystic and your words reach out to those transcendent truths which are often felt and experienced in silence. However, I did not want to be silent about my gratitude and appreciation- thank you for once again sharing your wisdom.

  2. Suzanne and Lois, As long as there is at least one who can see themselves in what I write, then we know we do not go it alone. Thank you both. I appreciate your comments and the time you take to do so.

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