hands

gabriela

your hands are too small

to hold the whole world in them

too small to carry the wishes

of all the ones who go to sleep

and wake up hoping their life will change

your hands are too small

to hold the hunger of the orphans

their yearning and silent cries

 that ears of modern, hurried folk

are too callused to hear

they’re too small to hold every sword

to slay every dragon

kill every wild beast

but if i cup my hands together

hold all the dirt i can

let it mound up and overflow

if that’s all i have

then that’s everything i will give