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For Whom The Hammer Tolls

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For Whom The Hammer Tolls

 

Dreaming of a hammer

A slow arc of deadly intent

A shaper of metal

 

The clang of contact

On a wrought iron anvil

That resonates threat

 

The white-hot sparks

From the red-hot ingot

As it succumbs

 

Weighing its power

In the palm of your hand

With a smack of skin

 

Its dull grey mass

Balanced perfectly

On a sha...

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Creators

You are a creator.
I am a creator.

I created you
and you created me.

Together we create
our destiny.

Will we fill our life
with strife or harmony.

Will we hide behind fear and doubt 
or flesh our gifts out.

It is up to you.
It is up to me.

To be all we created 
ourselves to be.

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The Humble Heart of the Craftsman

I have always hankered after the life of the artist - including the world of the visual arts. In retirement I have the opportunity to follow that yearning.

 

The Humble Heart of the Craftsman

 

As corruption sheds its sting when seen

from lofty heights,

so humility shows its mettle

in the steady care of the gifted creator;

turning one's gaze from skilled hands

to the thi...

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Yima

King of the world for my time,
I ruled the world, and in my time
There was no death nor disease
(Except, of course, tooth disease
Which we will conveniently ignore).
My father was the sun, and I was
A simple farmer believing in the
Old ways before I met my destiny.
The creator of all things came to me,
And called me to be a prophet.
He asked me to spread his words,
To make his religion,...

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