Your Hands Are Dirty

Your hands are dirty. You slept in the dirt.

But your hands are dirty, too, from all the people that you hurt.

Your face is dirty, smeared with mud turned black.

But your face is dirty, too, because of all the compassion that you lack.

Your mouth is dirty. You’ve been eating from the trash.

But your mouth is dirty, too; your tongue known to whip and lash.

Your clothes are dirty. You’ve been sleeping with the dogs.

But your clothes are dirty, too, craving wealth and fashion like hogs.

Your heart, however, pumps the same as mine.

My! My! The things we can’t see with our eyes shut blind.

Your soul, however, yearns the same as mine.

Longing for Eternity at the end of our time.

Your spirit, however, longs for love the same as mine.

My! My! What we miss when the light does not shine.

All have been dirty and all can be made clean.

The dead, empty fields can blossom, the brown turns green.

Look! Look around! All your sister and your brother.

Love! Love profound! Pour it out on one another.

Look! Look around! Dirty, crimson stains everywhere you go!

Love! Love profound! Turns them white as snow.