Thick skinned hands peeling like potatoes
If I...
Pull them back
Slowly remove these layers
Of dirty skin
Smelling of earth and rain and sage
I find the sin
The damp unlit room
Covered over by palms tight
Clasped in the middle
Hidden in the folds
Of those hands
This s a very heart warming poem. I can truly say an Amen! to this piece of work. Short but well penned. Thanks.
The poem tends to bend towards the consiousness of the Spirit of grace in you? With the body, old and experienced in a warm life of mercy. Rough but not bitter, even a cooked potato.. haha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...amen, may this beautiful prayer of your cleanse us of all our sins...