handmade

bless these hands,
for they guide me
to follow the threads
of a heart-stitched life -

filaments of light,
torching the dross,
tethered to the call
from the void

where nothing is seen,
or heard or felt,
only listened to
with every cell
rising from the marrow,

where longing
delights the spirit,
where passion howls,
serenading
the wild heart,

who only knows
how to craft a life
that's simple,
with hands that speak
in silence.