Two Empty Hands

Gods symbolic jesters and turning his cup to red, part two

 

Two empty hands

 

Last, is my tin cup

still filled with my tears

sitting on a slab,

as two birds fly by

and sit on a withered branch

love concords all

as their wings flap

an their eyes meet

gazing in to see deep

nothing here to weep

 

A lion sits in the meadow

in tall grass that hides his mane

against his chest is a little lamb

snuggled up against his fur

so peaceful as he sleeps

in the tall and deep

nothing here to weep

 

A mighty oak stands

in the lost forest

were many flowers

and bees

nestle,

pollinating and spreading seeds

lifting them high in the air

falling to the soil beneath

buried down deep

nothing here to weep

 

I stood in amazement

not knowing what to say

here I’ve been given back

my tears that I had shed

my tin cup is now the color red

I could not understand

framed in two empty hands

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Great continuation...

A lion sits in the meadow
in tall grass that hides his mane
against his chest is a little lamb
snuggled up against his fur
so peaceful as he sleeps
in the tall and deep
nothing here to weep

love this verse... you keep the inspiration moving in showing that though we may be different we can still get along.

[Wildfleour]

I read part three before part two, but it all flowed beautifully anyway.

Your message rings loud and clear - and so truthfully. Like a ray of light.

[Jetta Zippora]

Very unique! Nice write! Yay! I'm second to review! :)

[Jessica Fox]

Another interesting write and I am the first to review it go me