When the bare world presses,
Press to see the Unseen Hand.
When the cold world clutches,
Reach to feel the Unseen Hand.
When the hard world screams and rails,
Dance and sing the Unseen Hand.
When fear surrounds each breath,
Dream the greatest dream you can
Of living in the Unseen Hand
When hope, not faith is all you have,
The best dream is the Unseen Hand.
1994
I have been reviewing some of my poetry and songs from the past and feel led to share them on this blog, since that is now an option. So the next posts will include poetry that has not been included previously in the "Poetry" Tab.
June
The worship I offer is holding this pet, Beholding that flower, And dancing Your music in lonely lost hour. The worship I offer is standing alone And not taking comfort That others might own - From limited gods who don’t have a way Of saving all things That have stories to say. The worship I offer at end of my life May die with me silent In empty dark night. But the worship I offer Is so much a part Of the cloth of my soul, the width of my heart. June
Showing posts with label The Unseen Hand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Unseen Hand. Show all posts
Thursday, June 23, 2016
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