Opening:
My two hands are folded so straight
on my chest
Crossing each other with right over
left
I think of the trees crossing
branches and twigs
Vines in the forest, legs dancing a
jig
Window Panes, rafters and joists in
the floor
Heros at battle cross, bright
flashing swords.
Each cross-stitch I do
So careful and true
I mirror of the world in all that I
do
Closing:
Now our time is over
Our work for now is done
Today our hands have served us well
Head heart hands are one
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