Clean Hands Poem by Gillena Cox

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.