The Hands Of Fate - Poem by RIC BASTASA

in not all instances
perfect as you consider them to be
these hands
are not meant always for taking something in
not at all
there are enlightening moments
when the hands are meant for giving
without having an exchange
or value
there are dances of the hands
clasped in the solemnity of prayer
open to the art of acceptances
the solitude of keeping them
inside your pockets
or the holding of the face of love
bringing it near yours
for the kiss

the heart guides you what to do
with what life likes to give
you and what you must accept
without any remorse....

the hands knows when to take sides
with shame
as you begin to cover your face
and run away

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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