grace

Hands
Such grace
Creation chose the medium of creativity to be bestowed with such divine grace.
They flow like water, and flap like wings.
They deceive time, and deliver stillness.
They break and they fuse.
They play with air and water, and elements delight in their touch.
They move and they feel.
They are alive.
They are life.
They hold and they love.
They fly and they jump.
They nourish and they punish.
They are us and they are the world.
Our hands are sheer grace.

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