Leaves fan from stems
as fingers from palms --
each unfurling to reveal pulsing life
and the Creator's calloused impressions.
As pressure forms stone,
so is strength of heart formed.
Hewn from rock, from earth,
from grit and fire, we bond
joys together to shape an existence,
in which we live our days:
secure. With worn hands we cup
moments like these, bring them close
tuck them in the pocket of our being,
never to be let go. Breath to breath,
we pause in the space between,
when silence brings wealth
of blooming color, quiet
echoes of music-- singing
of that eternal tether.