The Hands

“Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,

Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.” 

- attributed to Teresa of Avila


Yours are the hands

  that cup the rain

  to quench the drought barren field

Yours are the hands

  that sow the seeds

  to fill tomorrow’s empty mouths

Yours are the hands

  that play the chords

  to make a chorus of us all

Yours are the hands

  that pull light down from the stars

  that lift fire from the depths of the world

  that mold the darkness into a vessel

    to hold the quenching fullness of 

a single note sung in unison


This poem is about: 
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