By Chris McCoy, 2016

 

Hammer raised and hammer fell,

The forge is blazing, the water blessed.

The metal pure, the quill sharpened,

Hammer raised and hammer fell.

Trunk, roots, and branches,

Shaped by Her Excellent Hand.

Forged to form from inner flame and bold creation,

Trunk, roots, and branches.

Hammer raised and hammer fell,

Pounding flat the last imperfections,

Hammered and heated for one divine purpose,

Hammer raised and hammer fell.

Trunk, roots, and branches,

Upraised by gentle, calloused hands,

Blessed by the sanctified waters of Her well,

Trunk, roots, and branches.

Hammer raised and hammer fell,

The fires burned and the water cooled,

The metal became the Tree,

Hammer raised and hammer fell.

Trunks, roots, and branches,

Inscribed with Her Writ and Life-giving Words,

Metal is now bark, roots take ground,

Trunk, roots, and branches.

Hammer raised and hammer fell,

The forge now stands silent,

But the smith now marvels at Her Work,

Hammer raised and hammer fell.

Trunk, roots, and branches,

Her Work now done.

She then turned to me,

Her Words of comfort and bliss.

As I stood beside Her and marvel at Her Creation,

The World she has wrought,

This beauty of trunk, roots and branches,

Forged from metal and Her sacred craft,

When hammer raised and hammer fell.