Take My Hand Poem by Patti Masterman

Take my hand, unravel
These skeins, of self;
Unclothe the mind,
Unbury what's real:
In the eyes of another,
We'll find a mirror.

Listen to the words;
The ones behind,
The not so plain ones
That everyone speaks;
Our humanness
Makes us too meek.

Temporary pain
May be our abode;
The time spent here
Not an easy chair:
Without our brothers,
Too hard to bear.

A heart's a chalice;
A hand's a grail,
That lift you up,
Won't let you fail,
So I thank you Michael-
With words, to tell.