High up over nearby Bantry Bay
Nails are hammered into wood
On the town library roof above us:
Maybe staccato accompaniment
To enliven poetry reading tones.
As every nail went home to stay
Like words and lines and stops
I could'nt but imagine it was Him
From Nazereth-a carpenter's Son.
Son of the Carpenter fix me too
And make my heart your home:
Tap tap the nails we never feel-
Your damaged goods in transit;
Tap, tap tap and hammer home,
Let hand and eye align each line,
Then finish off what was begun
The day you created me in time.
Make and shape me as you wish,
Perfect, direct and aim me straight,
Feed me with your spiritual food
To take me to your home away.
And when it is your chosen day
Get me there by my arrival date;
Shape me sing me write me down-
Great poet and carpenter’s Son.
very meaningful...spiritual and philosophical poem there starts almost tip toe..and talks of hammmers and nails.... reaches an apt cresendo...a fervent wish an ardentb appeal beautiful mate...awesome poetry......we second language guys can scarce match the beauty expressed in the simplicity of it loved reading it...its a tenner
beautifully written. may the LORD take us all home, so that we could write our poetry and the angels our words they'll sing. A DOUBLE TEN
A Psalm of total submission to HIS WILL. A good poem of Devotion. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful, thoughtful poem; it sings with the wonderful spirit of great sincerity. Thanks for sharing it with all of us.
Beautiful poem Matt wonderful description of the carpenters son, our lord.
This is wonderful, Matt. What a lovely commitment to the Lord Jesus. Such wonderful images, too. Everything about this poem speaks volumes to me. Very nice indeed.10+++++
It's wonderful your carpenter's son And I am amazed by your initiative style of writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful composition! 10!