Your Hands

So much tenderness
you have prepared by your precious hands.
The devotion and toil
of your life.

Do not sit before the kingdom you have made and weep.
Rather place those perfect hands
upon the belly of this earth
and give forth absolution-
the sorrows and the joys,
Dare to make them all the same.
Feel the soil beneath you
and here her thank yous
for all you have made.

No need to linger
as heavens doors beckon you enter.
And pause not as you take flight
Into the promise of the future.

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