An wonder-worker? Or hath his jester
Such a pack of tricks as thine?
Both of these last have to do with the hands and with the use of the hands in the expression of love for others, but in the following poem Patience pays a tender and yet somewhat mystical tribute to the hands themselves, empty hands filled with the gifts of Him, the power to build and weave and soothe:
Hands. Hands. The hands o’ Earth;
Abusied at fashioning, Aye,
And put o’ this, aye, and that.
Hands. Hands upturned at empty.
Hands. Hands untooled, aye, but builders
O’ the soothe o’ Earth.
Hands. Hands aspread, aye, and sending forth