Shaper of Dreams

There was a certain carpenter who loved his work dearly. The Carpenter slaved endlessly on a work of great worth. He had two pieces of wood from which he would carve figurines. The best he would keep. Thirteen days the carpenter spent on his back porch with a knife and the wood within his grasp. On the thirteenth day the wood slipped from between his fingers, first lodging against the knife for a brief second which caused a deep scar in the wood before falling to the ground. As the carpenter outstretched his arm to stop the fall of his most precious work he lost his balance, fell from his chair and landed hard on the concrete steps which led from his porch to his garden. His whittling knife flew from his fingers and into the lush grass; sticking with a dull thud. Tears rolled down his face as he lay on his back in agony.
Hours later he awoke to the feel of rain drops pelting his face. He opened his eyes to a dark world and realized he was still on the steps of his home with a storm beginning to rage around him. He slowly picked himself up and looked around for his figurine. It lied in the mud covered with knicks and scratches. He tenderly gathered the figurine to him and carried it in with him.
The carpenter worked with all his heart to fix the impurities of his creation. For hours he sanded and whittled away, but many days passed and the progress did not look promising. Each second, each minute of the day he worked on the figurine, he saw the alternate block of wood.
The morning came that the carpenter decided to set aside his old work and begin anew. He was uncertain how to approach the work and pondered upon his dilemma. He did not want the beauty of his past creations to influence his here. He removed the whole lot of his sculptures from within his vantage point, storing the first of his attempts within a special closet on a shelf along with the other of his failed endeavors. He began anew.
The finished product emerged from weeks of struggling for perfection. He could look at it with pride and realize what he had accomplished. Shaped with love and carved with caring hands. This piece of art was created for the soul purpose of giving joy. His dream had been realized.