a door & a coffin
The carpenter made them both
Out of a fine piece of oak
That came from an ancient tree at long
Last felled by gale-force winds
Stirred up at the poles by
Rising temperatures elevated by
Human greed.
So, in one sense, they
Were both redeemed out of death.
The stately oak volunteered to be
Sacrificed for this cause.
Two fine pieces of artisanship planed and
Chiseled, carved and sanded
Both designed for one adult size human body
Both of wood; both made in the same shop by
The same craftsperson with the same tools.
Both stained in natural oak; both notched and
Pegged rather than nailed or screwed.
Both from the same source.
A door and a coffin.
A door hung at the entrance to the parish manse
Opening its whole self to welcome
Dignitaries and hobos alike
To a blazing hearth where warm stew and
Hot ale whisper gospels.
A coffin draped in cloth in the
Kirk storeroom waiting to
Open its whole being to welcome
Dignitaries and hobos alike
To the blazing throne where bread is
Blessed, broken, and given, and
Cherubim choruses ascend.
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