This Tuesday’s Poem vol 7

I want to send you a prayer
like the leftover secrets
that stay in your hands
after you whisper in someone’s ear
your hand cupped
your mouth
and
their ear
secrets
for
no one
just you
and
them
and
your hand
to hear

A prayer like
the first time a mother touches her child’s face
and the last time
her hands carry him
he has grown too big
out
of
her
hands

a prayer like the whisper of awe
in greeting the most familiar stranger 

I want to pray over your hands
that hold the world together
like super glue
using only
whispers
and
awe

hands are God’s finest creation
She had faith in us
when she gave us hands
She knew everything
we would ever do
with hands
and gave them to us anyway 

She had Faith in our hands
She put it all in our hands 

and I
in turn
pray
for our hands

may your hands be blessed
may they never ache
and when you look at them
remember just how many secrets they hold
and how many prayers
they have held together