Hands and Heart

"If nature has made you a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart. And though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that."

---Frances Hodgson Burnett

FROM THE GLORY OF AN UNCAGED HEART

With hands of Love and Light
glowing and rocking
you shape and mold
the frothing fur of each layer.
You take broken and sundered vortices
and with chanted prayer and colored breath
make them whole.

Parched energies
lost among twisted canyons
are found
and with gentle hands
returned to protected silence.
There, spinning on stamping feet
they become the whirling dervishes
borne and held
within the thunder of each soul's matrix.

The gifts that you share
spring from the throne of compassion
and from the glory of an uncaged heart.
These gifts
shot through with gnarled veins of runic gold
speak in whispered words on the breath of angels,
shielding and guiding you
riding the wind from the far side of the veil.

The melody of each life you touch
sings its way up through ancient sunlight
till it spills over the cusp of a new sunrise.
From the root to the crown
this being radiates
in waves of sparkling colors
the blushed bloom of a jungle rose.
Its scented petals
wearing a necklace of morning dew
bows to the sun,
taking its first breath
of what could be.

You will walk your path
on the fresh crust of each new season.
Your path will ride
the curves and bark on the tree of life,
and with surrendered joy
discover unexpected beauty and fulfillment.
And now, as you look
through the panes of your soul
your path is calling to you
in a yearning
for the tidal surge of your next step.
The trilling notes of your song,
the crescendo of your life's symphony
on wings await

SO FLY.


Written for Jean Brumbaugh by Mel Samms-Overley on December 3, 2008