After the Big Bang

After the Big Bang (Stacy Wills, 2012)

 The new thought entered,

silently slipping past 

the old dragons - 

 those timeworn twin sentinels 

of doubt and despair, 

caught dozing.

It will always be this way,

they murmur in their sleep...

It will always be this way.

The new thought enters,

small but potent;

a veritable atomic bomb -

capable of razing the status quo.

The dragons  roar awake

too late - 

the old guard obliterated  

in one big BANG!

In the aftermath -

amidst the ensuing chaos,

a  strange pathway forms:

surging, singing,

pulsing with light, 

sweeping me into the river

called Life.

-Stacy Wills (12/1/2012)

Whose Hands Are These?

Hands (Stacy Wills, 2012)

Whose Hands Are These?

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my Granny Mildred's hands -

that  soothed and

 sewed and made things grow.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my Grandma Ruth's hands -

that played hard, and

 worked hard, and made
life fun;   hands

 that left this world too soon.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my mother's hands -

Roberta's graceful, manicured
 hands that  love to make
things beautiful.

Soft hands that tamed
my unruly hair.

Skillful hands that knew

  their way around the kitchen.

Whose hands are these?
I think I know.
They're my father's hands -
Irvin's hands that kept
 things clean and in order.
Savvy hands that knew
how to play the game.
Generous hands to many.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.

They're my hands -
Stacy's hands - that know
  the healing power of creativity.

I come from a long line

of gifted hands.

-Stacy Wills (10/19/2012)