With Open Palms Poem by Bill Mitton

With Open Palms



WITH OPEN PALMS
With open palms, I face the setting sun
awaiting the stillness within my soul.
As the orange sky becomes burned ochre
and the heat of the day sink into the earth
All that I am and have been melts away
each breath becomes a mantra
to its accompanying heartbeat.
There I wait as sunset’s amber fades
until in the darkness, I become nothing
below the canopy of the Divine
So that in his sacred presence
my emptiness becomes a prayer.
There within in this timeless oasis
Let my essence join with the wind
and like incense be carried skywards
in thanks for the gift of his love.
Oh you who gave love as a ransom
hear the song of worship within my soul
See past my weakness and transgressions
Place within my open heart, your peace
and let my open empty palms
feel my Saviour’s gentle touch
AMEN

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Bill Mitton

Bill Mitton

Salford, England
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