I have my hands folded…: A poem 

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I have my hands folded 

for Jupiter to return 

to an old mountain home  

like a letter found in a forgotten tome 

I tried to rest easy. My toil, at best, 

was tired, but still had zest 

I couldn’t stand the distant one 

Nor could I, the sun 

I had my hands folded 

to somethings beholden 

Light is not golden 

Can God be emboldened? 

The ocean is not my floor 

On October-November, I shut the door 

Has anyone seen Mercury lately? 

Can Venus help me sedately? 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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