| A Luthier’s Prayer Centuries before I existed, you, in your wisdom, were growing the material I needed to build guitars. Thank you Lord. Before I was formed in my mother’s womb, you knew my steps, and have guided them and now I’m a luthier, a maker of stringed instruments. Thank you Lord. Artistic craft mimics the scenes of nature, a smooth glistening lake, a beautiful butterfly, fine grains of wood from forests grand and tall. Thank you Lord. Souls a plenty pass by who wish for a fine instrument to enrich their lives. Thank you Lord. Abilities inate, learned, shared, a fraternity of brothers and sisters, each excited to be a part of the rewarding world of crafting an instrument. Thank you Lord. Music, dear to your heart, mirrored in my mind because you made me like yourself. Thank you Lord. And Memories, memories of success, memories of love, memories to help us over daily struggles toward the prize, that next fine instrument. Thank you Lord. My tools are simple, my tools are refined, but they are my tools, a gift from you. Thank you Lord. Whether anyone remembers my name is unimportant, because you know it, and never forget it, that’s enough for me. Thank you Lord. Bruce Dickey October 19, 2003 |
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