TWO HANDS FOR ALL

Happy man standing at mountain top

If we were made like you

As spoken by the oracles of beliefs

In their many incantations and codifications

Then may I ask

How big your hands are?

Are they as big as the pate of earth’s head?

Are they as big as the back of the mat-like sky?

Are they as big as the faces of unmeasurable seas?

Let me know how big they are

That all hands crave to hold

In good or bad times

Would you every hold all

Or make some fall?

What is the formula for selection to hold?

Tell me so I will be bold

Would you ever heed the call

To save this rolling ball?

This heat is generating questions

Questions like pins with two sharp tips

Tags GOD

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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