In Good Hands
The God I know doesn’t have fine motor skills,
but instead her hands display stubby, clumsy fingers.
When she holds me, rather than fixing my problems
she hugs with love and warmth.
She can only send benevolent intentions and yearning,
and that’s the way we like it.
So, inspired with her energy, its particular expression
is much more me than she.
She cares too much to interfere
and she cares so much that she would never
leave me to face anything alone.
And in her wisdom she knows
that the best answers are the ones I help
fashion and discover with her grace.