Praying Hands
—to Albrecht Durer
Yearning, suffering, hope and aspiration.
Silent language from the soul ascends to heaven:
The mother prays for her son living in a foreign land
every dawn with a bowl of fresh water from the spring.
A man's hard labor in the mines has financed his brother
who has become a success as a young artist.
The bones in every thin finger have been smashed and abused
with suffering arthritis. He cannot paint with his damaged hands.
A candle is burning next to his two hands fused in one.
A blessing descends to the darkened room lit by the candle.
A young woman dreams to swim across the ocean
inside her lover’s prayers to reach the other side of the ocean
every morning.
Our world of blissfulness!
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