There is something special about that which has been made by hand. Skill and imagination meet to create something beautiful. The perfection of a hand crafted item is its inherent imperfections… it is unique.
Hand crafted items are our connection to the past and our legacy to the future. It is a skill taught to a younger generation. It is a talent passed thru family bloodlines. It is a bond between two people and a gift many people.
There is no better flavoring in cooking than food prepared by hands that learned at her mother’s side.
The potter takes a lump of clay and gently forms the wet dirt into an object of beauty and function.
Hands that have known the yarn when it was wool on a sheep, value the warmth the sweater gives.
Strength creates strength, as the blacksmith’s blows work the metal.
As the beader matures, her designs become more intricate. She works without a pattern – the design in her mind; belonging only to her.
The Touch Of The Master's Hand
~Myra B. Welch
Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar, then, two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three . . ."
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low, said:
"What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
"Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
"Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice;
And going and gone."said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand, what changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply:
"The Touch Of The Master's Hand."
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