A HAMMER, HOPE AND HEAVEN’S HEART I used a hammer of hope to build some beauty A carpenter with desire as his duty I used wood rendered by golden good Constructing a vivacious vision in a wondrous neighborhood Every screw and each nail would nicely do With eaves and shutters shaded bright blue I drilled and thrilled to every beautiful beam Because I was busy building a dream Every single shingle shifted my heart From being useless I became a pertinent part A relevant role in a real romance And every shingle meant a brand new start I built beauty with dutiful delight Then I painted that loveliness with light Darkness was dispelled by every smile When I built beauty no man could defile And so through storms that beauty steadfastly stood And the soul of this carpenter at last found good In a neighborhood situated near heaven’s front door When I built beauty floor by beautiful floor This house was a metaphor for love unending And a life that love was thereupon mending Beside my house was a tree statuesque and shady For a romantic relationship I built with a lovely lady © 2012…copyright..~free cee!~