Poetic Consolation

Mitza’s Hands

Look at the handsĀ 
of the dying
to see the truth
about our dive
through the wave of time.

Look at the hands
of the dying
to break the shell
of your heart open
and feel beauty flow.

With a blindfold over her eyes
she begins to see everything.
With a cloth in her mouth
she speaks with the infinite.

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Mitza’s Hands was written by Kevin Lawler, poet and friend. You can read more of Kevin’s wonderfully evocative poetry on his blog, Winding Road.

When nothing else can comfort me, I often turn to poetry. Only to it, and music, do the stubborn vestiges of my intellect completely succumb, and then, I can sometimes find a knowing and quiet solace.