When I raise my hands up
They are empty
in the public places
meeting, greeting places
I drop them down again, in fear
When I raise my hands up, to you
Alone, my hands are empty still
And I let them fall, embarrased.
Again, and again, like some old bucket in a
wishing well, wishing all was well,
I raise them up, and peek into them.
To see if I have grown anything to keep.
To see if I have anything worth giving
To see, to hear, to touch, to feel
Empty they return to me,
Empty they remain.
I’ve heard the stories, I KNOW I should not look
Under a table, or behind the closet, or down the street
For what I need.
YOU said you will provide.
And I raise my hands again.
Empty.
At what point (this point?)
Do I walk away? do I cash in my chips and
Get a real friend.
So to speak.
I wonder..
Wonder turns to ponder, ponder turns to prayer.
And imperceptibly my hands (hopes) raise (rise) again
Empty thought they are.
Why should I not praise you,
Empty handed?
They are empty
in the public places
meeting, greeting places
I drop them down again, in fear
When I raise my hands up, to you
Alone, my hands are empty still
And I let them fall, embarrased.
Again, and again, like some old bucket in a
wishing well, wishing all was well,
I raise them up, and peek into them.
To see if I have grown anything to keep.
To see if I have anything worth giving
To see, to hear, to touch, to feel
Empty they return to me,
Empty they remain.
I’ve heard the stories, I KNOW I should not look
Under a table, or behind the closet, or down the street
For what I need.
YOU said you will provide.
And I raise my hands again.
Empty.
At what point (this point?)
Do I walk away? do I cash in my chips and
Get a real friend.
So to speak.
I wonder..
Wonder turns to ponder, ponder turns to prayer.
And imperceptibly my hands (hopes) raise (rise) again
Empty thought they are.
Why should I not praise you,
Empty handed?