In the Palm of Your Hand

You speak to me
through the blades
of grass

with sparkling dewdrops
like tiny tears
holding my sadness

in the palm of your
hand, absorbing
the sorrow

in the breast of your
broken heart
a heart that cries

rivers of tears
and you wash away
the sadness

with the waters
of your love, holding me
in the palm of your hand

there is healing in your
touch as you bring me
back to life

and you set me on high
and you let me
live again