THE 2 HANDS OF HEAVEN.

I'll never be 24 again,

I bow my head.

(Christ, have mercy.)

I'll never again,

know your wordless hands,

or the way we speak fire when

they simply pass along me.

(In the name of salvation, we pray.)

I'll never set foot again,

over the thin graves,

of your thick powers-

alone in this hour.

(Thank be the Lord.)

I'll never again find our eyes;

dancing along the East River,

tripping along the subway stairs,

collapsing into bed fully clothed.

(Blessed be God for ever.)

It takes time.

It takes time.

It takes the time,

the time I can't spare-

for a little prayer.

We lift our broken hearts to the heavens-

(We lift them up.)