My second hand I will use as a conduit for miracles.
It'll seek out resilience in a spirit and become refulgent,
alerting me of The Deity in attendance. Through my will,
it can only callus from work!
The blind woman who hears the woes of the world,
craving to never see, uses her hands to view her children's beauty.
I would love whispering into the ears of woe, as my second hand
close old windows, opening new ones to beauty, her hands has
downplayed since giving birth!
My second hand I will use as a catchers glove,
For UN-carefully guided projectiles
orchestrated by souls of mischief.
Ripping through the wall,
parking valet into a sleeping infants crib!
The Olympic track star confined to the perpetual wheelchair,
dreams become paraplegic. Spinal Bifida found him 10 years
previously within the womb. Amazingly none of his prayers
ever wished to walk...
My spirit guide broadcasts a cinematic preview of his dreams.
I whisper to him, the message that's being conveyed,
while locking wedges with my second... Child, for never being
querulous about walking, Good foreseeing humor in your complaints,
authorizes you to run!
My second hand I will use just the index finger,
to plug the barrel of the .40 caliber trigger, hugged by an index...
Stopping the bullet in its bore. Injured and shell-shocked, Mrs. Liberty files
for divorce. Liquidating 95 percent of human equity, discarding the governments share,
Leaving nothing but medals incapable of fading, while the mind tarnish.
At Ease Soldier!
The first hand being fully vested in mayhem, without trespassing none,
for which I seek to atone, in hopes of turning 2 palms up to catch my blessings...
It belonged to Saul, before Paul!
By, Scribe Marlon Linton
Inspiration from a Souper