Poems for the Smiling Heart

Hands

Today is a prayer.

Hands blessing upwards
to a rippling sky
hands anointing downwards
to a tilting earth.

Harvest has begun.

Apples, plums and dreams
drop and roll merrily along
picked up by grateful fingers
that once poked at a shadowy substance.

Holy hands lift up the Light of creation
brushing the heavens with joy
scattering particles of splendour
over a shining and infinite sea.