Friday, July 02, 2010

A Friday Poem

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar.
Let me pry loose old walls.
Let me lift and loosen old foundations.

Lay me on an anvil, O God.
Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike.
Drive me into the girders that hold a skyscraper together.
Take red-hot rivets and fasten me into the central girders.
Let me be the great nail holding a skyscraper through blue nights into white stars.

Prayers of Steel - Carl Sandburg

I admire the appeal to destroy the old, and then rebuild to something greater in this poem.  I’m doing what I can.

Posted by John Venlet on 07/02 at 07:23 AM
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