The Carpenter - A Story Poem I

The Carpenter was walking down a path

His head hung low

His shoes crunching on the pebbles

Lonely and alone

Wishing to meet someone

On this Christmas night

 

Suddenly

The sky turn dark

Raindrops began to fall

Thunders began to roar

The Carpenter raised his gaze to the heavens an

Ad shook his head

In dejection

 

A huge gust of Wind came from nowhere

And blew him on to a another path

The Carpenter did not notice

He covered his eyes with his arm

Protecting them from flying debris

 

The Wind pushed him from all sides

Guiding him to the Path

Fulfilling his wish

His fate

His destiny

 

The Wind stopped blowing

And fade away into nothingness

And the Carpenter lowered down his arm

His eyes looking around him

 

He wondered

How did he got here

He never seen this place before

This Path

 

In the darkness

He saw a person sitting at the side of the Path

A girl with pale white skin

Her skin almost glowing in the dark

And she was lonely and alone

 

The Carpenter walked towards her

His mouth uttering a Greeting to her

The girl looked up at him in confusion

Her brown eyes stared at him warily

She tried to stand up but stumbled

She was hurt and unable to stand

Her eyes never left him

 

The Carpenter wanted to help her

With his scarred hand

He reached out to her

He said that he was just a carpenter who makes furniture

In a little shop at the edge of the city

 

The girl shook her head

Her black hair momentarily afloat in the air

And she spoke

 

The Carpenter finally understood

She cannot understand him

And neither could he

They spoke different languages

 

However

The Carpenter still reached out to her

Putting his hand over her back

And another hand on her arm

He supported her

Not letting her fall

 

She gave a small weak smile at him

A smile of intense gratitude

She guided him to her home

With little nudges and gestures

 

Soon

They reached her home

The Carpenter placed her on an armchair

And tend to her wounds

While the girl just stared at him

Unable to speak

Her eyes filled with gratefulness

 

The Carpenter when back to his little shop

Somehow he was able to find his way home

With the help of a little gust of Wind

On this Christmas night