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Poem written for and submitted to "With A Gentle Hand" poetry contest, Mystic Rose, sponsor, September 4, 2025.
WITH A GENTLE HAND (MYSTIC) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No stained glass, just a quiet sanctuary~ her hands, a cathedral of skin and bones. Eyes closed, fingers laced together, a fragile turret~ her hands pointing towards heaven. With her gentle hands, she silently prays~ a silent language spoken to the Unseen. Her knuckles, beads on the rosary of faith~ the soft curve of her hands saying surrender. In her private convent, a connection is formed ~ effervescence flows; tranquility descends upon her spirit. The heavy burden of suffering is brief~ given over to a higher source. Her prayers acknowledge something greater~ an admission of need, a submission humble. No grandiose ‘hallelujahs’ or declarations~ only murmuring of hope, held in her tender hands.
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