On that day — deserve
Earns no privilege;
Being in the know —
Engenders no envy.
On that day,
walls built — to protect children
from inclement weather,
display art for viewing pleasure,
reverence family memories,
or ancient prophets, while cannons
stay silent with nothing to defend.
Style attracts only gladdened nods
of appreciation for clever invention,
No special admiration.
Titles that once bought respect —
go unnoticed.
On that day, embroidered robes of the
wealthy, worn to hallow entrance
at sacred temples gather dust.
Locks rust on unused hinges. Doors stay
open on warm nights; porch lights scatter
the dark, offer heartfelt greetings to passersby.
Fresh baked bread cools on kitchen tables
next to bowls of dates
bursting with flavor;
Aroma of fine wine left to breath
waft down neighborly streets.
Enchanted lovers gaze at stars,
pause to embrace,
prefer a lingering kiss
to the taste of the vine.
Strange invites curiosity,
cultivates interest, dissolves fear.
New life sheds old skin —
you wiggle out,
stand up free,
walk naked under the sun.
Balmy air lures full hearts to spread
butterfly wings and dance with
morning breezes.
Stripped of silky wrappings
and sticky traditions,
released from the weight
of old doubt and frenzied of questions,
you hold embodied gains lightly,
seek the wider wisdom,
wave good riddance
to life in slavery,
give thanks for release.
On that fine day
hunger for more recedes,
harvests yield abundance,
love incarnates every future
and gifts our green earth
with more than enough,
THH
11/10/25
Revised 12-30-25
Thoughts Have Hands 