Chopping Wood

Finds release in work,
   each slicing of wood
   a cracking open of hurt;
   brokenness.

Finds rest in exertion,
   each movement of
   the body a comfort;
   assurance.

Finds redemption in repetition,
   each swing backward,
   then forward, a liberation;
   forgiveness.

Finds regeneration in sweat,
   each drop salting, cleansing
   brow, face, back, chest, heart;
   baptism.


This poem is part of the Random Act of Poetry hosted by The High Calling.

Photograph: Stacked Wood by Brunhilde Reining via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.