Hand in the Sky

by S. L. Butterworth - Pisces

Hand in the sky,
coated in mystery,
Touch all that is seen.
What is it you do?
The hand of God.
You are a god unto yourself,
Holding everylife in you hand.
You block the light,
They back away from you,
afraid of your wrath,
hating the cold.
Sleep, oh sleep for now,
leave the children to their games,
rest the tepid fingers that point the blame,
forget this night of shame.
Oh hand the sky,
keep the mystery the same

Birth sign: Pisces
Date created: 2000-05-28 05:35:16
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:18
Poem ID: 56282

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