The hands of our hearts
have no bones
no muscle
no longing,
they simply know how to hold
with the strength of love
and the gentleness of grace,
all peaceful experiences
and fleeting moments of truth
ever received;
our heart’s hands
hold those experiences
and those moments
to sturdy us,
when we part from our friends
when we walk in darkness falling
when we cry in distress;
for our heart’s hands know,
as we never will,
the Mystery that lies at the
cusp of all our seeking
and the terror that
accompanies us as we follow the path;
our heart’s hands know
we need the strength of their love
and the gentleness of their grace
to remember,
relive,
and reveal
the One Truth
we all feel…
…that only our heart knows
how gently to hold on
and when to let go with the passing breeze,
and only our heart knows
the answers to our needs.