The Palms

Small palms, big fingers, small fingers, big palms

Open palms, rigid hands lifeless arms, muddy fingers 

Why are they in a heap ? Where have they come from?

Were they caught in the floods or drowned in a river?

Were they killed in waters and then washed ashore?

Or strangled and drowned in streams around ?

Where is the hand that rocked the cradle? 

Where is the hand that rules the world?

Where is the hand that wreaked such havoc?

Where is the hand that brought this catastrophe?

Was it the Hurricane or the Typhoon or was it the Cyclone

That rendered these hands so lifeless?

The beautiful hands, the loving palms that now lay listless 

Even in death, they were together till their last breath

Hand over hand, palm over palm fingers spread out,

Reaching out, seeking one another, stretching out...

As if seeking solace from each other's nearness 

They seemed to convey through their piled hands and laid out arms .....

Hand in hand, we'll go together 

Into a land of new horizons  

Palm over palm we'll promise to be together

We will, sing and dance, we'll play and prance 

With Angels and Fairies, Elves and Elfins 

Seeking blessings and benedictions for a Heavenly trance 

Where the beautiful abode of God is awaiting our presence 

With open hands and a loving heart 

To give us shelter and love of sorts.