Her hands make understood
gestures like ornaments in the
landscape furnishing the
living room of the sky
Her fingers form instructions
unseen angels absorb
in their ultramarine eyes
Her palms protect and herald
God’s eternal quest
fulfilling ancient prophecies
Her touch heals in timeless
frequencies the pains
of unimaginable suffering
creating oases of peace
Her sheltering hand span
encompasses all in the soundless
fluttering of cosmic fragrance
And when asked
what they mean to me
everything will be the answer
