you come into my mind
as i wonder about the state of our world
as i worry on empty stones
as i beseech the heavens for answers

there you are, pop!
with your generous, gentle hands,
your offerings like gold
in the hands of the needy,
your love as pure and smooth
as a newborn’s hands,
and i remember.

i remember that
what it will take are
the hands of people like you
to shape the world into
the place we want our children
to call their own.