Drops of Color/ Sometimes

Drops of Color
Sometimes

in prayer…

A hand creates a fist,
clenching the sorrows, the lament,
the senseless inability to embrace 

Oneness

Words crushed in tears,

THEN

my other hand appears

as if attached a first time
and cradles my braced knuckles,
softening my fingertips,
applying balm to my palm

so the anger, the pain in me
might soften

so these hands,
this Sanctuary that is

OPEN to and for all.

Amen.

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