Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

HANDS

When they touch what they touch the hands 
are no longer hands—sculptor becomes the sculpted.
In them they carry, like memory, baptismal waters, 
a feathered grace, kiss as healing thread. Eyes
that surprise. Praise: a surrounding sound.
They are what they are because the playa fired them 
in its kiln. Because the angels took them in 
as orphans and suffused them with a light as bright
as sun off sword—held by a knight brigadined to love.

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