May that the hand you out reach,
be filled with the hand of another-
to be lifted in companionable peace.
That your other be filled
Overflowing, bountiful
in its generosity,
unclenched, loose fingered-
giving unquestioningly,
joy its only petition.
May those hands, once emptied-
freed to embrace,
to dry another’s eyes -fill again,
and again, and again.
Pouring out until
lack’s last desire
remains,
only,
an embrace.
The featured image above is courtesy of Steve Moon.
The hands in the image are Peter and Lancia Smith’s.
We are grateful to Steve for use of this image and for his abiding friendship!
Susan Mulder finds herself on a journey to find peace with herself and in the world. Writing poetry is a way she challenges herself after laying down her previous career/s to pursue God’s path for her future. With a terminal degree in fine art in painting, she has held several positions in what she calls her ‘old life’. Though Mulder continues to paint and exhibit and is the author of a poetry collection, No Ordinary Time, she finds her deepest expression (and joy) in writing and within the eyes of her grandchildren.
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