OPEN HANDS

Open hands reach towards cries
love given, strings never attached,
need heard when others are deaf,
lips don't defile the gift,
counterfeit intentions not stains
upon the deed.

Free in soul to bless
famine's beating landscape,
eyes not lost in glory's labyrinth.

Wounds felt from moans uttered
insides burn with compassion.
Ambition's castles put on hold
joy flows in smiles shown
because somebody treated
another's pain as their own.

Treasure sought in lives fed
gold cherished by what restores,
secret purpose always being
to share in ways that stops the bleeding.

Incentive found in mirror
flashbacks to valleys travailed,
footsteps worn in sorrow's trail.

Most pricelessly gem in mercy's diadem
hope shining from a dim, forsaken life.