Wednesday, April 11, 2007

THE ANVIL AND THE HAMMERS
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I stood one evening by the blacksmith's door
and heard the anvil ring the vesper chime,
And looking in, I saw upon the floor
old hammers worn with years of beating time.
"How many anvils have you had," said I,
"to wear and beat those hammers so?"
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"Just one," the blacksmith said, with a twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."
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And so I thought, the Anvil of God's Word,
for ages skeptics' blows have beat upon.
And thought the sound of clanging blows is heard,
The anvil is unharmed, the hammers gone.

2 comments:

Happymama said...

Wow, great poem!

~Mrs. Kristi

Karen said...

I really like this poem. It is really good.