Oct 18, 2021

cupping my hands to hold the water.

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gravity is the root of grace,
        the mainstay of all grace.
        -lao tzu

cupping my hands like the fresh snow on the mountain. 

cupping my hands like pulling pearls from mollusks. 

cupping my hands to the chilling sound of another round being chambered. 

cupping my hands like the moon whispering stories to the starlight. 

cupping my hands like the government that spies on its own people. 

cupping my hands as the refugees are turned away. 

cupping my hands like the hungry, frightened child who was jailed at the border. 

cupping my hands to hold the bread. 

cupping my hands to hold the water. 

cupping my hands like the baked, dry land that cries out for water. 

cupping my hands like the wind as it slides through the trees. 

cupping my hands like the tears of the forgotten. 

cupping my hands as even more people become homeless. 

cupping my hands as even more people fall to the bullets and bombs. 

cupping my hands like the intentions of the river. 

cupping my hands like hope when it bursts into blossom. 

cupping my hands to offer love. 

cupping my hands like the truth of the prophet, bless'd be his name. 

cupping my hands like the truth of the buddha, the dharma. 

cupping my hands like the final breath of the very old. 

cupping my hands in prayer. 

cupping my hands in prayer. 

cupping my hands in prayer. 

-jobe

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