Poem written during the Baha'i fast March 2007.
Virtue Hands
Virtues hands virtues hands
Palms that knead the bread that could feed us all
Fingers you strum the heart of a guitar
Type the words of freedom’s song
Making daisy chains for him
It’s your homage to a king
Hands that plant a tiny seed
Words becoming a mighty tree
Virtues hands virtues hands
You dig and plant
You nurture you sow
You’re the handprints in the wind
And the angels put you there
You lead and you do
What the Hidden words say.
Virtues hands virtues hands
Palms that knead the bread that could feed us all
Fingers you strum the heart of a guitar
Type the words of freedom’s song
June Perkins
posted by Unknown @ 3/08/2007 07:12:00 pm
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