In My Hands

I dreamed I had colossal hands. I mean the size of hope!

Someone asked, “Are those your hands?” and I said, “No."

"I wish they were, my friend… If I had hands that big I would have held the (H)eartH before the war and kept her children in.

I’d have put her in my hands and ran so far away! Away from empire!
Away from conquerors and maddened men!

And, while I ran, I’d have held her close near my ear and I’d have learned to speak her language, yet still heard her people dear.”

Then my hands started to shake and I heard the people in them
begin to slake, `Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

A small child then stood upon my wrist and declared to me,
`You can put us down, my friend, we are finally free…’

I awoke suddenly! I could still hear the echoes of `freedom’...
My hands trembled.

Love...

(Silence...)

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime