We remember how you put palms in our hands,
palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once
tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh.
Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash
Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped.
We consider all our sins like deadly viruses on these hands caught.
Palm of our hands are dirty cursed hands that infect
tap tap tapping on our keyboard and screen without effect
faking loving and contact with people alone and unseen
palms of our hands we proudly think of as clean
dropping and depressed alone weary and lean
We shake fist in judgement at the sight of your open hands
we cannot see palms of justice nor palms of mecy’s command
so tap tap tapping as we bang shout at door and demand
“What are you doing God? Why is death creeping across the land?”
Palms of your hands , oh the palms of your hands too far away to see!!!
Cannot believe they are surrendered , bruised crushed , stretched , nailed to a tree!
yet , now and then , we heal without knowing or holding the palm of your hands
palms of love, palms of compassion that have roots from Eden to the plank
Burrowing driving digging demanding justice rank upon rank
Yet tap tapping bleeds love from the nails in the palm of your hand.
Where you reply to us by your justice these palms from Mercy’s command
Tap tapping at every soul bent across sick shore and sick land
“where were you child when I killed my son like a lamb?
see you were here child , then as now , in the palm of my hand”
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“Then did they spit in his face, and buffeted him; and others smote him with the palms of their hands,”
Matthew 26:67 KJV
“Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.”
Isaiah 49:16 KJV
“Indeed before the day was, I am He; And there is no one who can deliver out of the palm of My hand; I work, and who will reverse it?””
Isaiah 43:13 NKJV
They said that I could not come and see you
Oh Father God
His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun
I told them “time is always new when it finds its rest in you.”
We Wait and Wait here for the Sudden
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