Friday, May 04, 2007

In the palm

In the palm

In the palm of Your hand, I rest.
Your trickling scars of sacrifice
easing passage
through pain-filled passions.
This hand built continents from dust
smiting nothingness into tangibility
created life out of void.
In this palm I rest,
yet in creation’s grip I wait
for an eternal touch.
My name is written here,
between careworn crevasses,
in luminescent love
and careful spelling:
not pencilled in for easy erasing
but strong and underlined
in permanent blood.

1 comment:

Cami said...

I think this has to be my favorite, Keith.