To caress for love’s sake
brewing brow of broken child,
bent bones of bomb-blast men,
cervical curve of child’s crowning
is laying on of hands and heart
to leave a bruiseless blessing,
help to raise beleaguered back
with hands placed under frail fold
of arms that once downed forests
and brought land to bear harvests
but now need leading to find home
is laying on of hands and heart
to raise dead to breast and last press
of fingertips to beloved mouth in long farewell,
to pluck a thorn from foot of wanderer,
to draw well-water for blistered lips,
to weep tears in palms to wash feet
is laying on of hands and heart
Come, brow-beat friends, my hands are hot
with heart to heal an arrow’s slash,
for smudge has washed them, blessed them
to do more than fold in prayer.
I lay my hands and heart on your need.
A contest entry
- Hands by theredcatjazzoflove.
650 points, ended June 15, 2007, 12 entries
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Beautiful
Oh my this was touching. The many ways you describe hands and heart. is so creative. Best of luck in the contest.
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ty, pen friend. I am being so creative with my art that the dang poems mkae me come back in from the fire and the hoops to write yet another one.
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You're welcome it is great as usual.
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"Come, brow-beat friends, my hands are hot
with heart to heal an arrow’s slash,
for smudge has washed them, blessed them
to do more than fold in prayer.
I lay my hands and heart on your need."
I agree with Nicholas; it IS your vocation, my Sister, to lay your heart & hands upon us all, therby blessing us with tenderness & mercy. I see nothing difficult about it...but then, I know your thoughts quite well, in a lot of ways...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie... Wanda
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aw, I lubs ya gf.....sale tomorrow....then pout all the stuff away I have brought out for workign with...then start packing for Canada.
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I felt every word.
How could anyone NOT understand this poem, not understand it's your vocation, your life's work?
Anyway, your litany of deeds done and your reaching out of hands to all comers touched my heart.
"Come, brow-beat friends, my hands are hot
with heart to heal an arrow’s slash,
for smudge has washed them, blessed them
to do more than fold in prayer.
I lay my hands and heart on your need."
God blessed you!
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well, maybe some have not needed those kidns of hands for those kidns of reasons...here, here is my hand!
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This Was
a very hard piece for me to follow so i re read it again. the meaning is sorta there I gues you described in your own way what the embracing of hands provide for you in your own story_hugs_ -
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