Praying hands
When the whole church kneels to pray
- though some of us just pretend to kneel:
leaning forward uncomfortably,
our ungainly bums only observed
by the row in the pew behind –
the lady next to me does it in style,
yet with observable humility:
she was taught to kneel, I guess, in
Sunday School when she was five or less,
and about seventy years later,
here’s devotion's lifetime posture still:
erect, elbows on the pew’s bookshelf,
so that her hands together point straight,
let’s say, to heaven; counterpointed
by the head a little lowered in humility;
and I study, discreetly, these praying hands,
subtly shaded by a lifetime
in rose, white, grey, yellow, brown, red, blue;
here smooth, here barely covering bone,
here worn, here wrinkled;
the rest of her, devout; an innerness
which I can only guess at
in her lifetime stance; but these hands
with their lifetime of a woman’s work
have, this Sunday morning, offered up
their mighty selves unto their maker God..
When my mother’s dressed for Sunday
she’s a stranger to the child in me:
dressed in matching hat, gloves, handbag, shoes;
not for the public eye or anyone’s approval,
but as the public dresses for its God;
and I glance at these hands, which speak to me
of prayer, of life, that's way beyond my childish mind;
these stranger hands, with more things yet untold
than I would know or dare to ask of her.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Next Lifetime
[1] - Now what am I supposed to do
When I want you in my world
How can I want you for myself
When I'm already someone's girl? [2 times]
First time that I saw you boy
It was a warm and sunny day
All I know is I wanted you
I really hoped you looked my way
When you smiled at me
So warm and sweet
I could not stay
You make me feel like a lilting girl
What do you do to me
[Repeat 1 (2 times)]
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
No hard feelings
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
I'm gonna be there
You're imaging
Feels so damn good to me
It picks me up don't wanna come down
You got me spinning all around
Yeah
You need to know
I've got that somebody
You're beautiful
But it ain't that type of party
[Repeat 1 (2 times)]
Well I guess I'll see you next lifetime
Baby we'll be butterflies
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
That sounds so divine
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
I guess I will now
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
Wait
Wait a little while
See it ain't nothing wrong with dreaming
Boy don't get me wrong
Cause every time (every time) I see you (every single time)
I know just how strong (every single time)
That my love is for my baby
But emotions just don't lie
Well I know I'm a lot of woman
But not enough to divide the pie
[Repeat 1 (1 time)]
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
You know I want to stay around
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
I'm so confused now
[Repeat 1 (1 time)]
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
Already
I'm going to be there
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
I'm going to look for you
[Repeat 1 (1 time)]
I guess I'll see you next lifetime
Oh
Oh baby
I'm gonna be there
I'm gonna be there
song performed by by Erykah Badu from Baduizm
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High Fives
High fives truly night jive
Living in the night time
Soul man golden old man
Weathering the time sands
This whole rhythm gives me what I need
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime goes by
White lines fooling my kind
Living for the night time
Hold hands home in old land
Weathering the time sands
This whole rhythm gives me what I need
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime goes by
Goes by
song performed by by Simply Red
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One Night In A Lifetime
There's more to question than answers
and sand will slip through your hands
and love is faster than lightning
so grab it while you can mm, mm, mm...
Well I've been searching forever
between the bad and the good
but now I know what I'm missing
and I wanna make it with you
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and babe it's gotta be tonight
babe it's gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and baby it should be tonight
baby it should be tonight
One night in a lifetime
one night, one night, one night
in a lifetime, one night
They say that love is a gamble
and luck will play a trick or two
but I'll risk all of my loving
I'd put my last buck on you
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and baby it's gotta be tonight
baby it's gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and baby it's gotta be tonight
baby it's gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
one night, one night, one night
in a lifetime, one night
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and baby it's gotta be tonight
baby it's gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
one life in a night
one night in a lifetime
and baby it should be tonight
baby it should be tonight
song performed by by Donna Summer
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One Night Life In A Lifetime
Theres more to question than answers
And sand will slip through your hands
And love is faster than lightning
So grab it while you can mm, mm, mm...
Well Ive been searching forever
Between the bad and the good
But now I know what Im missing
And I wanna make it with you
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And babe its gotta be tonight
Babe its gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And baby it should be tonight
Baby it should be tonight
One night in a lifetime
One night, one night, one night
In a lifetime, one night
They say that love is a gamble
And luck will play a trick or two
But Ill risk all of my loving
Id put my last buck on you
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And baby its gotta be tonight
Baby its gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And baby its gotta be tonight
Baby its gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
One night, one night, one night
In a lifetime, one night
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And baby its gotta be tonight
Baby its gotta be tonight
One night in a lifetime
One life in a night
One night in a lifetime
And baby it should be tonight
Baby it should be tonight
song performed by by Donna Summer
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I Want To Say Thanks For My Mother
I want to say Thanks for my Mother,
To me she taught how to Love one another;
With only one hand, to do the work she had to do,
But; she worked as if it was more hands than two.
She took us each Sunday to church and Sunday school,
And really cared to teach us children, the golden Rule;
That we need to Love God, and obey and Trust Him too,
Yes, if only she were here right now, I'd say to her thankyou.
My Mother taught us girls to learn, how to be truthful, also,
And how to read and also to Pray, and to others love to show;
She also taught us how to cook, to sew and knit as well,
These things is a lot for one hand lady, is what I can tell.
She was a foster Mother to many a child and baby, it's true,
Some with health problems, and that couldn't say thankyou;
Some had other difficulties, some were very bad as well,
But Mum certainly showed she loved them, oh yes! We could tell.
So Mum if you could have been here today, and read this now,
It tells you thanks for everything, I love you any how;
Sometimes we were naughty, played up when you were tired too,
So! Mum, I'm sorry for those times, and Mum I say Thankyou.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Sunday Morning
Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays on the floor
Sunday morning papers are left outside the front door
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
(sunday, bloody sunday rest)
Glass of fizzy water helps to start the day
Sit and listen to sunday silence, problems fade away
Sunday cars and drivers break the morning air
Uncollected milk outside reveals theres no one there
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Sunday school and sunday roast
Sunday papers sunday post
Sunday morning sunday rest
Sunday sermon sunday best
Bathrobes hang in waiting, windows steaming up
Somewhere in the sink downstairs lies an unwashed cup
Tea and toast for breakfast clear away the plates
Wash-up prepare for cooking sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
Sunday lunch awaits
song performed by by Madness
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In This Lifetime
All things one will receive,
In this lifetime.
Will come.
To leave.
In this lifetime.
That which is believed,
In this lifetime.
Will change as one grows.
To learn, accept and come to know.
In this lifetime.
With trust there is happiness.
If kept.
Much is tested to address...
Each season manifested.
Reasons we all share,
To compare if something in life is missed.
Makes us seek pieces to complete...
With a snug fit.
In this lifetime.
And in this lifetime,
All that is received...
Leaves.
With air that is free to breathe.
That seems not to be an option,
In this lifetime of teased choices made to choose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sunday's Child
Sunday's child is always praying
for the right thing to come
what she can't see, is the truth
inside of her
not something else
Sunday's child is always praying
for someone else to come
what she can't see, is the source
inside of her
not somebody else
How do you contemplate outside yourself
when you are infinite?
Can't you see, come full circle child,
you are it!
Two hands clapping make one sound
where does that come from?
There's no one around
except, Sunday's child
Amen.
Copyright ©2004
poem by Adryan Rotica
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Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone
*love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother
*down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye
*he said miss I guess I ought to apologise, Ive been fallin, Im falling down
The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl
*now brother get the dirt off your hands, its getting darker than a sun-chasers the sun tan
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
*he said miss, I guess I ought to apologise, Ive been fallin, Im falling down
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
*he said miss, I guess I ought to apologise, Ive been fallin, Im falling down
song performed by by Gomez
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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In Our Lifetime
There are things
I cant tell you
I love you too much to say
I stand undressed
But Im not naked
You look at me and who I am
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Now reach out
You can touch me
Ill let you have my life to share
Years, the days
And the minutes
Yeh time has such a puzzling grace
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
I just need to have your love
I just cant say no
Its a gift from way above
I just cant say no
Its the one big difference
If theres one thing I can have
I just cant say no
I just cant say no
Yeh yeh yeh
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
song performed by by Texas
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In Our Lifetime
There are things
I cant tell you
I love you too much to say
I stand undressed
But Im not naked
You look at me and who I am
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Now reach out
You can touch me
Ill let you have my life to share
Years, the days
And the minutes
Yeh time has such a puzzling grace
Understand that it is hard to tell you
That Ive given all I have to give
And I can understand your feelings
But then everybody has a life to live
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
I just need to have your love
I just cant say no
Its a gift from way above
I just cant say no
Its the one big difference
If theres one thing I can have
I just cant say no
I just cant say no
Yeh yeh yeh
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
You have seen what Ive seen
You will always swim for shore
Once in my lifetime
Ill never be in between
Some things you just cant ignore
Once in a lifetime
song performed by by Texas
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My mother's hands
My mother had thick, wide, hands,
callused from years of hard work.
I used to like to hold them,
feel their strength and warmth
Those were the hands that cared,
caressed and held her me close.
Those were the hands that scrubbed
and washed, cooked for us and nursed.
My mother had beautiful hands
and would paint her nails light pink.
They were warm, artistic hands
that could crochet well and knit.
Those were the hands that created,
made beautiful shawls and clothes.
Those were the hands that altered dresses
I wore ‘til they were old.
My mother had beautiful hands
that cooked and cleaned and scrubbed,
and within the things that those hands did
were bundles and bundles of love.
poem by Ruth Walters
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My heart is my hands
My hands
Is
Only my hands...
Not for
your hands....
So...
I want too work
My hands...
I want too serve
My hands...
I want to do about
Somthing of my
Hands...
My hands is
Free for only
Sleeping time only...
my hands is
working all the times
My hands not only
Hands...
It is human workers...
Allways for my friends...
My hands...is my heart...
My heart is my hands.....
Ok...How is your hands...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that its a lie
Youre really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
Theyve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Its those mothers turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what its worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Well, its always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
song performed by by Lennon John
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Art of Hand
The introduction, the greeting
The agreement, the congratulation
The peace maker, the test of power
All sealed in hands shaking
The personality, the state of mind
The building character, the contemplation
The history vow, the future plan
All shown in hands writing
Whether tight, or just slight hold
Whether warm, whether cold
Whether assuring, whether binding
All proofed in hands joining
The cheer, the appreciation
The approval, the signal
The encouragement, the regret
All raise in hands clapping
The sharing, the choice
The help, the guide
The small baby, the big brother
All found in hands connecting
To caress, to hurt
To give, to steal
To create, to destroy
All done in hands working
The skill, the fondness
The investigation, the invention
The attitude, the intention
All answered in hands playing
The praying, the waiting
The anger, the defense
The style, the control
All closed in hands crossing
Whether delicate, whether clumsy
The green, the fire
Rough in struggle, smooth in shadow
All felt in hands touching
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hands.... (That Dared To Speak!)
the hands....
that cleaned the old man
lying on urine stained sheets,
that planted the bulbs
in the old woman's flower bed.
that washed the dishes
for forty years....
the hands...
that built the old barn,
that plowed the fields,
that harvested the crops....
the hands...
that stroked desire's body,
that found each secret treasure,
that closed the window.
that held the baby,
that taught the child to write,
that buttoned his suit
on the day he was married.
the hands....
that buried the body,
that brushed leaves from the grave,
that packed away pictures.
the hands....
that picked up the pen,
that turned bloodstained pages,
that dared to speak!
the hands...
now old and withered,
painfully bruised,
often clasped in prayer,
that open to take the small child's hand;
that unlock the door,
and beckon to those in need...
the hands...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Those Hands Joining
Great grandma’s hands
Grandma’s, mama’s,
sister's hands
Aunt’s and niece’s
Hands, they join today
An epic telling the stories
About touch, about prayer,
About reaching, about the years
Of caressing and holding on
To love, persevering and
Resting the hands on the
Hands of the other hands
Those moments of silence
When the hands speak more
When the mouths accept
The loss of the power of words
When even the hearts give in
Because the hands are warmer
And so comforting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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