waves retreating from the shore,
raindrops slipping from the eaves,
rivers surrendering to the sea.
And in the quiet after, my hands are no longer empty.
They are open,
ready to hold the sunlight,
ready to embrace joy,
ready to hold myself.
waves retreating from the shore,
raindrops slipping from the eaves,
rivers surrendering to the sea.
And in the quiet after, my hands are no longer empty.
They are open,
ready to hold the sunlight,
ready to embrace joy,
ready to hold myself.