How good it must have smelled in your workshop, Saint Joseph, with the scent of fresh wood. On the edge of the workplace, the fine-colored shavings, arranged there like fine fruits to eat, as Péguy wrote. And Jesus, in the middle, smiling, delighted to be with you, happy to learn from you. For you had to teach uncreated Wisdom, and make the world’s creator work! God is curious about everything, passionate about us. Good Saint Joseph, teach me to speak to him of my work, give me to do fine things with him, so that he may be happy and smiling, as at Nazareth.