Why did you, Lord of all,
Choose to be called, and be, a carpenter?
Why did you not,
When dwelling on the earth
which you had made
Choose more to love it with a tiller’s heart?
Or with the fisherman to cast your lot?
Surely that would have been more fitting art
For one who came to draw
With loving skill, all men into his bark?
Why did you choose
To ply your trade in wood?
Was it because, like a wise warrior,
You did desire to learn
With mind, heart, human hand
The rough grained medium of your victory?
by Sr Jadwiga Swiatecka