The Haughty Steel
By Kenton Adams, age 15; posted Feb 9, 2017
Read Kenton’s story here.
Once on a time the smith did say,
“Let’s make for us some forks for hay.
And when we’re o’er, we’ll have the pleasure
Of massive stacks, which are a treasure.”
But when the smith began that day,
The haughty steel began to say,
“Why do I have to be a tine?
That’s just not what I had in mind.
If only I was made a steeple,
Watched and praised by all the people,
Just think of glory, praise, and all,
Instead of dangling on the wall.”
Oh Lord how oft I try I try in vain,
To gain for now the world’s own fame,
But help me Lord to see from Thee,
How oft this steel resembles me.
Bending heated steel with a bending fork. Photo provided by Kenton Adams.
Great, as a sometime poet myself, this author inspires me. I like it! Here’s one of mine: Last eve, I watched a thousand sky ships blithely roll past my meadow creek and knoll. From far horizon ports they came, charted west down yonder lane. With softened sails to the breeze, they billowed by, it seemed with ease; set their courses marked and true, till evening’s beacon changed their hue. This morn I smelled a hundred rain scents as they rose from dampened earth in sweet repose. Those crafty ships by fleet array returned last night and anchored ‘way; cast their freight to port’ and star’, then hastened on to skies afar.
What a reminder to my sometimes steely heart that God wants me stay malleable….accepting some hard knocks in The hands of the Blacksmith.
Thank you for sharing your deep thoughts.