open hands

Even if there is nothing
still, reaching out
because all I am is two handfuls of heart
I try living with open hands
please Lord, hold my hand
make of me a bridge for those that may not understand
maybe even a beacon for many that don’t know where they stand
unable to see where they’re going-
suspended, uncertainly searching for land
I get it
I’ve fallen so many times,
but what I feared most-
was trying to land
eyes of the wounded speak
disbelieving someone could understand
but I understand
God, give me patience and open my hands