Laying on of Hands

You are more like wonder
than the sky
gazing over me
descending light everywhere

Old wounds vanish
beneath your fingers
as they trace my bones
drawing out the woman
who lives under this skin

Learning to fall
is an art
To rest in the hands
that catch us
harder still

Valerie Anthony
Contents | Mudlark No. 1
Credo | Feast of Prisoners in a Meadow Near Loneliness