Poetry – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner


These Hands


These hands awoke in water

to the voice of mother hum

That first bit of solace

I swam & sucked their thumbs

When the outside invaded

these hands made tiny fists

held themselves before me

punched holes in the mist


These hands have whispered prayer

whose voice the life I’ve lived

a quiet thanksgiving, my children

precious gifts life has chosen to give

These hands have reached for heaven

asking & wondering why

resolute, returned to the prayer

voices of answers inside


These hands have known the woman

in all her moods & graces

She led them through the darkness

into her secret places

When she touched & held them

these hands were hers to teach

They stood upon her body

she drew them down to reach


These hands have served as warriors

to put the monster down

& fluttered in confusion

their life blood on the ground

They’ve gripped the steel of cages

when pushed behind the door

been manacled & chained

at odds with law & war


These hands have prayed the prayer

pressed against the lips of time

When the final truth has spoken

they have learned to say good-bye

When these hands are finally resting

upon my quiet breast

of all the things these hands have done

they held & loved the best



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© 2016 artwork, music & words

conceived by & property of

Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2016 ©


These Hands was published by Long Island Sounds 2007

via Poetry – Tom (WordWulf) Sterner


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