CLEAN HANDS
With clean hands, the grasp of a cup of tea,
And hope swirling, rising like steam
Trashing the fury of uncertainty,
Hot in the heart of social distancing,
In a world without hugs, the grasp of a cup of tea;
Cheers for the planet we live on and love,
Passion let it be
That we can approach divine mercy,
In a time, a compassionate era of helpless we
Battle the germ of panic, and
Pray sip in faith, with the grasp of a cup of tea.
CLEAN HANDS © gillena cox 2020
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NOTE:
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and
HERE
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REVISIT
21 March 2018
21 March 2017
21 March 2016
Edited today 22nd March to link this post to
Poets and Storytellers United
Writers' Pantry #12: You Gotta Know When to Hold 'Em
