The Holy Church of Hands

Here in the silent space

between the songs

Here in the waves of harmony

within the chords

Here in the place you feel that you belong

you step into the holy church of hands.

It stands unmoved

sacred like trees

The holy church of all that you are

brought in, embraced

The holy church

of all we have never yet known

that waits within

a kernel that takes in and takes in,

infinitely,

the water that compels

all potential to expand

our hands to reach out and reach out

and intertwine

pull all into one

and fill the universe

with song.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2011