A hand full of air

Something stirring 

A cautious hover 

Over a breaking smile 

gratitude spills 

tumbling over the reverently held ether 

life lives here, moistened with 

Blood, sweat, Tears and rain 

Every fall a rise 

Like the breath of providence 

A dip left 

A twist right 

the rhythm of life inspires dance,

Poetry, art, music and song  

Like air slipping over chords

Sacred Verbage 


Your hands are never empty 

There is no void, 

There is only the appearance of nothing 

Which by the mere thought is even something 

So grab on tight!

Even when it seems there is no thing

it really is something, isn't it? 

Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible! 


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Yes, yes you can! 

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patriciajj's picture

This magnificent sip of

This magnificent sip of empowerment is a gift to the spirit and a delight to mind. You deliver life-affirming knowledge that can break chains and open doors, but you bring it with such natural agility and spectacular wordplay that I can believe it while reveling in every line.


As a bonus, there are poems within the poem that could stand on their own and endlessly shine on pedestals:


" Blood, sweat, Tears and rain

Every fall a rise"




"Your hands are never empty"


And my favorite:


"Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!"


A breath of sublime air. 

Imprinted-soul's picture


Beautiful piece. 

Sacred verbiage really struck something in me. I liked that. Thank you xo