Where these the hands
whose tender touch
whispered of eternal paradise,
that now sting with the fury of hell fire?
that would caress and smooth away
every line of lifes care,
that now etch eternal scars in to my skin?
that cupped our new born,
giving sanctuary and comfort,
that now shatter its mothers soul?
Whose fingers wove our future,
with long strings of hope,
that are now webbed with strands of torn hair?
that are now the claws,
which once bound together,
that now shred asunder