Barren are the hands of the one who is unseeing,
While mighty is the brain
And mighty are the hands of the one whose heart
Is in tears and filled with pity for all,
Who is hopeful in sadness and joy,
Grateful in good fortune and misfortune,
Obliged in favors or evil dispensation.
And, bare indeed are hands of the one
With indifferent headwork and imagination.
Say, say my friend a prayer
That is answered each time
Pray, pray my helper
For love that is greater in time
Mourn over the smallest failing or crime.
How bare are the hearts of the unseeing;
Their lips are troublesome weight
Their hearts weight heavily
And their suffering a wasteful lot
And even their joy a burden and load.
They expose sham success or happiness
While untold harm was perpetrated
Through their pursuit of fake victory and gladness.
How empty are the heads of the eyeless...
And barren the hands of the pitiless.
Say, say a prayer
That is answered each time
Pray, pray my helper
For love that is purer each time
For each failing or crime
For it is answered in time.
For blessed indeed are the lips
That absolve you of your failing and crime.
Blessed are the lips that
Pronounce life-giving death each time.
Blessed indeed
Are the hands filled
With kindhearted deeds,
Blessed are the God's chosen priests.
Say, say a prayer
That is answered in time
Pray, pray my helper
For love that is greater in time
Pray for life-giving death
For smallest failing or crime,
For this prayer is answered each time.
Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/setting-free-2/
