cobble

a man whose son
fathoms neither stitching
nor cobbling of soles,

how lasts hold form,
eyelets cord,
uppers footing,

but races flagstone
fledgling sighted, testing edges,
hunger gathered,

slipping shoes
his father nailing,
piercing awl on striking anvil,

praying small heart peace in struggle,
you who bring world
child and bearer,

cobble night
into tomorrow.

________

Malachi 4:6

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