My Hands

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    My Hands

    My hands appear to know the wisdom of many years

    Years of undefined seasons

    Centuries of suppressed tears

    Pain that soaks through to my veins

    And threatens the blood of my history

    Detailing the harsh lines that contain the secrets of lifetimes

    And ancient hidden mysteries

    Like the trees

    My hands have seen eternity

    Eternal flames burning through the wounds of my rejection

    Igniting the fire of tribulation

    Forcing light upon my reflection

    They no longer supply the mask

    I cradle the moment in my hands and graciously let go of the past

    No longer incarcerated by yesterday’s grief

    My hands are folded in prayer

    And I am setting my soul free…

     

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    swiftbird2C commented on My Hands

    10-04-2009

    It reads as a prayer for submission to the higher will. Nice word play and rythym.
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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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