to open my hands
so often have I come to You
seeking solutions
the quick fix
the present tied up
with a little bow
help me please
my Brother
to do as You have done
to open
my grasping hands
to empty
myself of my insistence
that I be without pain
without longing
without going without
help me
to agree
to not be in control
as You agreed
to not be in control
my Brother
I want to run
from conflict
from suffering
from the knife in the lungs
oh
let me run to You instead
O Refugee
O Child of poverty
for thus did You choose
You who hold the galaxies in Your hands
You who command angels
You opened
Your fists
and You
emptied
Yourself
and You did not flee
Your suffering then
and even now
Your heart is crowned
with thorns
so help me please
my Brother
to run to You
and as I run to You
to love as You love
to give as You gave
to open my hands
