Healing Hands.

Late dawns
& early anxieties
aren’t what make it
brilliant.

while many sleep,
& subways tug

morning lights
over rivers that

shadow what night still
remains─

you’ve already
signed in
for heaven’s rejoice.

The least Earth
asks of us
is to send you

morning seeds
to flourish a later
glory

& firework the
miracles,

that in themselves─
almost, almost
can appear

brilliant.

We ask of heaven
to know your

heart & nothing less.

We ask of science
to know earth’s deserts

& enable you to create
new gardens
that, in their creations
are almost
brilliant.

I’ve discovered today─

that your heart
& mind in sync

thin dark clouds,
rewrite eulogies

& birth prayers
of thanks.

Families bowed
heads today─

Kisses were
shared instead
of reflected upon ─

Hugs. Laughter.
Joy. Joy. Joy.

My God,
Thank God for you.

What makes
brilliance
brilliant

is how God
enables us to

use a portion
of his glory
to deliver the miracles

& heal hearts
in ways that he can not

reveal himself,
yet still does.