Open your hands

With passion
we hold
onto the things
that we know
that define us
and make up
our world

then God whispers…
open your hands

but firmly we clasp
onto all in our grasp
and we softly say no
we just can’t let go

and God whispers…
open your hands

looking down
we see sadly
our fingers uncurl
past dreams
and they unfurl
into the wind
we gasp

then God whispers…
take my hands

and there
you’ll receive
something new
something else
something more
than you know
is waiting

In my hands
you’ll remain
as new dreams
call your name
keep your eyes
upon me
as you go

unto a new place
upon a new shore
unknown to all
but Me