Hands

His stretched sinew sowed

Structured, fragile, 

Beads of life.

These Miracles of molecules

He sunk to the dark dank earth

He covered and pressed

With hands

That knew the grains

of hope 

Locked with life

He knelt and prayed

with every pulse he set

Genuflected at the drill

Buried the seed;

Waited.....

To behold

The Resurrection.