by Leela
The Almighty could smash His fists
into every situation and set it straight,
fix everything, yet
God’s Loving hands support me
from behind veils of ignorance and blankets of desires.
Those huge gentle hands, cradling me;
teaching me to spread my hands to embrace the world,
to hold whomever I may find,
whatever has happened,
and see that the One has had a hand in it.
God’s Will be done but I must ask for it; listen to it.
God will not force it on me,
but patiently waits.
