Hand

I have hands that have sculpted the world
Drawn sand up from the Sahara and dumped it in Rome
Immersed itself in the Dead Sea and baptized millions at a time
Struck at underwater mountains and sunk Atlantis
Blew dark winds that have blotted out the sky
Drawn the sunsets and horizons
Just to please my eyes
I have hands that have the ability to destroy the world
But I choose to plant flowers and trees
That breathe for the world
To create the fish and set them to swimming
To create moons that illuminate paths
And suns that blaze upon all my creations
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
December 23, 2009 at 7:10 PM
I like this one. I was expecting to see "themselves" in place of "itself" if it's still the hands you were referring to in line 3!
Kendrick Avatar
December 23, 2009 at 1:17 PM
Interesting words that you have written here. Keep the pen flowing. Definitely a tribute to your faith. Sara
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