I wrote this in high school and I am pretty sure I never shared this with anyone before. I am not sure why I wrote it but something must have been on my heart.
A Hammer’s Song
“Forged from iron, honed by stone.
I am a soldier’s hammer and that alone.
From the depths of Earth I came,
But my purpose remains the same.”
“I have existed for nothing less,
Than to pound and shape.
Is there any relief from this emptiness.”
“Propped against this wall waiting to be used.
What’s this, a man clothed in white?
His clothes are tattered and He looks abused.
My master whips Him, but He never gives a fight.”
“His beatings are now over, yet His freedom’s not bought.
He is forced to carry his wooden death pole,
While the crowd tightens around Him like a hangman’s knot..
Why do the people scorn Him? What has He done?
Is He a murderous thug? Or a rogue thief?
The mob jeers and mocks now, everyone.”
“A tangle of thorns adorns His head.
A sad kindness covers His face,
Along with the blood He shed.
Yet even through this, He seems to possess a loving grace.”
“Slowly, my master and I mount the Place of the Skull.
This is the final destination of the man.
For the fate about to befall Him,
He appears as calm as no mortal man can.”
“With the pole upon the ground,
The man lays Himself down.
Darkness and cold surround this mound,
As He stretches His arms out wide.”
“Cautiously, my master takes me from his belt.
He places me to a nail.
I wonder to this day what that strange man had felt,
As the nail dug deep into His flesh.”
“Making no sound the man in white waited.
Just waited.”
“Finally, the last nail came.
Along with it the ringing of metal against metal.
It is my trademark, my song, always the same.”
“The man in white was finally raised.
The air still echoing my final ring.
Then I saw it.,
A sign above the man, proclaiming Him the Jewish King.”
“My heart tore as I read the sign.
How could someone kill a king?
Then it happened His gaze met mine.
I immediately felt the compassion and love,
That covered His face.”
“I realized what He was doing.
I could see why He had not cried out.
His love was just so strong.”
“From this day forward, may the ringing hammer,
Remind you of this, a hammer’s song.”
