“Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good, Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.” - attributed to Teresa of Avila
Yours are the hands that cup the rain to quench the drought barren field Yours are the hands that sow the seeds to fill tomorrow’s empty mouths Yours are the hands that play the chords to make a chorus of us all Yours are the hands that pull light down from the stars that lift fire from the depths of the world that mold the darkness into a vessel to hold the quenching fullness of a single note sung in unison