House of Broken Tools

Long ago…

When many things were needed to be made.

And when things were only needed to be made once.

There was a Man who had tools.

And He worked 6 days in His shed.

He worked  and His hands were strong.

And as He worked His face was filled with peaceful joy.

His mind was filled with incomprehensible ideas.

And He determined to make them all be.

To create He used tools.

Tools designed by Him to make for Him.

And the making went on.

 And on the end of making, the Man had saved the finest for last.

He did not want making to end.

Therefore He made his tools makers, makers like Him.

And He gave them His creativity.

He fashioned each tool for a specific thing to make.

And He desired for them to continue to make as He did.

And He desired for them to make things purposefully.

And He desired for them to make things beautifully.

However, the tools made for themselves.

One tool against another.

And these things were not purposeful.

And these things were not beautiful.

And the making went on.

And this saddened the Man

 And He put the tools outside His shed.

 And He watched from a distance.

But the Man could not bear to watch long.

The Man said to Himself “The tools need a Tool. A Tool to fix them.”

So the Man took His very Soul.

And the Man made it into a Tool.

This Tool was the greatest of all His creations.

And the Man asked Him: “Will You go and fix the tools?”

“All my tools have  broken themselves.”

And with sorrowful joy He said “yes.”

And so the Tool is still working.

For though His work is finished it is not yet done.

And though things are purposeful they are not full of purpose.

And though things are beautiful they are not full of beauty.

But the Tool will make this so; one Day.