“Hammer Is the Prayer”
Christian Wiman explains the origin of this poem’s title and offers this marvelous reading for your ears. Download the MP3 and share it with your friends!
There is no consolation in the thought of God,
he said, slamming another nail
in another house another havoc had half–taken.
Grace is not consciousness, nor is it beyond.
To hell with remembrance, to hell with heaven,
hammer is the prayer of the poor and the dying.
And the wind in some lordless random comes to rest,
and all the disquieted dust within,
peace came to the hinterlands of our minds,
too remote to know, but peace nonetheless.