Let gentle be the hands.doc
_Let gentle be the hands of fate.
As they weave, the cut bound skeins
That our lives relate
Steady, steady the hands
Mechanical wind
Heartbeats in melody
Subtle found within
The ticks of time our lives
continue, thrashing or serene
to the tock of times
of what we live
of what we live
of our lives
and how we live them.
And these hands of fate,
Who conjorous draw
Our existence from
Muscled choice of those who were woven before
And the choice is the muscle
Behind the hands of time
Our lives, lived.
From the choices
we chose for
Ourselves.
So gently let us guide the hands of fate
As we wend our winding way
To the dancing tock-tick of Time_ .