Clinging firmly
tight-fisted grip
on meager things
valueless things
won’t let go
Missing out
on the costly blessings
God would bestow
Do you not realize
you are empty
of needful treasures
of love and grace
because you cherish
nothing that lasts
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For the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today Mish is calling for poems about hands. I decided to write one without actually using the word “hands.”