top of page

Ps.39 Hands that flung stars

I cover my mouth with an outstretched hand  and fail to end my breath,

As I measure my life with an outstretched hand  and see so little left.

Oh, I know the humbling of your outstretched hands;  the beauty and the scars

How I ‘ve tried to flee from your outstretched hands  but I’m caught and I’m know and I’m yours.

4 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Comments


bottom of page