Karla Sanders

In Our Hands


In our hands


“If nature has made you for 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—warm things, kind things, sweet things—help and comfort and laughter—and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.”

- Frances Hodgson Burnett

This is a personal piece:

In a world

of black and white and blue

a woman holds a sparrow

who tells her all that is true

Upon her face

a look as stoic as stone

she tells him of her sorrow

how she has turned to bone

In this place

where dust falls from sky

everything fades away

sparrow tells her she must fly

From his body

a soft contrast to her hand

he gives her a gift

it paints into her every strand

Down her cheeks

his song a soft caress

there in that quiet place

he sings away her distress

In our hands

we hold the sparrow the key the song

the tools we need to turn from stone

into the grace we’ve been all along.