Making Things

I made this.
With my hands,
mind and

A pile of stuff,
a box of tools
and the thought
what could this be?

Hands move tools.
Wood falls away,
as a shape slowly takes form.
Filling desire in the soul.

These gifts,
hands and eyes,
heart and mind,
build a world of wonder.

With stroke of the hammer,
with turn of the screw,
with cut of the saw,
I am filled with satisfying sawdust.

left by our maker.
For us to build,
a stair to the stars.

Till next week,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I work in the high tech world doing software release engineering Then I got prostate cancer Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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17 Responses to Making Things

  1. Sawdust as stardust…I love that.


  2. mukhamani says:



  3. Sentiments I share, beautifully expressed!


  4. Debra says:

    With an economy of words you say so much! I loved reading this and seeing how beautifully you share about what you value and appreciate in your personal creativity. I love the line “I am filled with satisfying sawdust.” So well composed, Andrew.

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  5. Baydreamer says:

    Beautiful words, Andrew…


  6. dorannrule says:

    And you are a builder of words and a creator of moving poetry. I am impressed.


  7. artseafartsea says:

    Loved your poem!

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  8. Thanks for this Andrew quite inspiring!


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