Hands And Prose Poem by Tracy Galloway

If I've hands and prose
To soothe the tethered scars
A denouement
To calm your weathered wars
No higher request
Will fall from my prayer
Nor one last selfish thought
Ascend to His ear

My heart kneels to whisper
Adoration and woe
One for your joy
And one
For their sin in your shadow

What I could not shield
My fists cannot pound
But where your burdened steps have met ground
Springs ransomed field
From gnash grows hush
Your absolve amassed
Leads all you've known
To light
From wrath

So through your grace
You've tempered me
With your veins I never bend
But still I bleed
For the wounds they've carved beneath your skin

So not one moment will thus pass
Between your heart and my breath
If last
Giving chance a voice
To question my task:

Allowing never
Another stone along your path