Open Hands

We are learning

to live with open hands

  Hands prepared to receive

    gifts that are already given

  Hands that reach out to bless

    other hands thirsting blessing

  Hands content to simply hold

    without need of possession

  Hands eager to simply touch 

    without fear of violation 

We are learning to live

without clenched fists

  Fists crush in their grasp

    what they long to possess

  Fists put punctuation marks

    on unfinished conversations

  Fists demand without mercy

    a grace that cannot heal

  Fists force cease-fires  

    without making peace

We must learn to live

with open hands

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Open Hands

  1. A lovely soul you have, Peter.**hugs**!!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. SalvaVenia says:

    … said the wise teacher and threw the fighting gloves into the fire …

    Like

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