my hands

My hands melt in the colorful day dreams
In gold and yellow
In rose and gold
In gold and silver
In silver and rose

My hands melt in metal
In sharpness
Of faith
In hope of tommorw
Where everything is made of dreams

My hands melt in water
Bubbles and color
Arts and crafts that never are displayed

My hands melt
My face melts in my hands
With tears of joy
Some of pain
Tears of faith and love for God
And thankfulness I’m alive

My hands
With scars
That remind me
Who I am
Where I been
Who I am ?

Let me count the way through my scars
My hands have a story
A rough and gentle touch

In all the glory He
The great I am
Fillets me with buckets and gallons
If so much rivers of resilience

My hands melt together
In each other
To pray