DAY 21...Hands to the plow always...

You are the Potter I am the clay!

HANDS

The rock on which I stand
is solid
built by soft mulatto hands

strong supple hands
that knead the bread
and tie the knots
and smooth the hair

and stir the air

hands raised up 

to sky's above 

give praise

give thanks

and dance their groove
spread out fingers
in easy love

hands that clasp

in earnest heat
at stones stands
while all weep

hands that paint my moods
arousing
the ire of my blood

imploring

hands that cradle 

my delicate need
for peace
to be known

as real.  

Fix Me Jesus...Revelations from Alvin Ailey...