Monday, 26 December 2011

I cannot fall through you

This valley runs between wrists
That weighed a world and found it worth the cradling

Cushioning fingertips that meet in mercy
Touching wet cheeks that turn the other way

The trinity of joints that lift my sinking
Balancing grace like rain that falls to quench


Cherishing hands

Underpinning my downward spirals
Undergirding the flimsy in me
Stabilising with a parent's tender
Soothing the bruises
Handling hurts like gathering gossamer

Filbert nails point forward, onward, upward
No fluster or waggle
No matter how fragile
Patient palms
Nurturing, nestling
I cannot fall through you
My Lord, my All.

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