Call and Response
stretch out your hand in trepidation
open your palm with your frightened eyes shut
do you trust the gifts you're given?
neither do I, yet we both risk the touch
often our reaching has brought us to ruin
there have been serpents disguised as doves
like a fisherman, your sight is blocked by the surface
like a fish, you so seldom look up
in your chest is a heart and each pump starts a pulse
your body is water; your heart is a stone
a stone splashes once and the ripples convulse
every vein channels rhythm and urges the flow
your pulse is a call to you: open your hand
gifts may betray but will not fail to teach you
I once wished for love and got wisdom instead
each gift you accept is a bite you can't chew
you will swallow the bitterest dose of reality
you will wish you had never unfolded your fist
even in pain your pulse will keep beckoning
you are constantly summoned to open your gifts
stretch out your hand in trepidation
open your palm with your frightened eyes shut
do you trust the life you're given?
neither do I, yet we both risk the touch