These two hands God gave to me,
With their beauty, might now be
Jeweled… pouring amber tea;
Or their fingers,long and white,
Might strike music to delight
The savage soul; swing a rhythmic
Gay baton; paint a graceful silver
Swan, with a gifted artist’s brush;
Or fashion lyrics to the thrush.
They tuck a little curley head
Into a little downy bed!
THE AVE MARIE