The Hand Hewn Clock

On the mantel
There sits a clock
That marks
The time gone by

It's there for all to see
As it ticks time away

Made of wood
By skilled hands
Molded
Into a wondrous thing

The beauty of which
None has seen
That someone out of wood
Would bring

It's an art
That one should see

The tones
That would come
From a box so small
Would ring
So beautifully clear
Each hour that it struck
Is a resounding
Work of skill

For out of that piece of wood
Beauty
Would take shape
Each line
Carved by hand
Will mark a place in time

And memories
Would take shape
Etched in that wood

Every curve
Is a sight to behold
Instead of sanded finished
Hand hewn
Is how it stood

Tooled in this fashion
The tones
Would be a miracle
In of itself

The sound
Of the chimes
Would be something
Only GOD
Could make sound so good

As we look back
On time
Or the essence there of
The beauty
Of it all
Is time marches forever
On

The memories of a life
Etched in wood
On your mantel now sits

Look on and remember
His life

Though rough on the outside
A melody
Rings within
Because of the maker

Of the hand hewn clock