Just as I threw my arms up in despair,
it was as if two angels
swooped in beneath them
and held them in place,
kept my arms raised high
so that anyone walking by
might have thought I was praising
the day, praising the air,
praising the clean blue sky,
kept my arms raised until I, too,
was fooled into thinking
I am here to honor
the immeasurable blue,
here to open, to feel the heart
beat wild inside the chest.
Long ago the angels left,
still I am here, hands raised.
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ha! Friends, I just noticed that an anagram for despair is praised.
Desperate praise, I take it.
This, from the movie, _The Doctor_, with William Hurt:
There was a farmer who had a lot of fields, and he kept all of the birds and creatures away from his crops with traps and fences. He was very successful… but he was very lonely. So, one day, he stood in the middle of his fields to welcome the animals. He stayed there from dawn to dusk, with his arms outstretched, calling to them. But, not a single animal came. Not a single creature appeared. They were terrified, you see, of the farmer’s new Scarecrow… just let down your arms, and we’ll all come to you.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101746/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_3
oh, what a story. thank you.
Even Moses needed help holding up his arms after a while!
Ha! I love this comment–yeah, even Moses needed some help!