Open Hands

Open Hands is love changing shape. Letting go before the break — release without making disappearance look like devotion.

Three Gifts album cover — rearview late light, rabbit and teddy incidental in the glass
I carried you With careful hands Through fever nights And every fall I tried to give you All my love I truly gave you All When your eyes Turned hard on me When blame began To grow I searched myself A thousand times For things I did Not know Open hands Open hands I can't walk A road I don't own Open hands Open hands Still love you More than you'll know I kept replaying Every year Every choice Every mistake Wondering if Another road Could change the path You take But slowly through The grief and fear A quieter truth Appeared Your life was never Mine to hold Your path was always Here Open hands Open hands I can't walk A road I don't own Open hands Open hands Still love you More than you'll know I place you gently Back into your day Less fear inside The holding More grace inside The ache My love does not Grow smaller It only changes Shape Open hands Open hands Beside the sorrow Something stays Quiet gratitude Next to the pain I was allowed To love you Walk beside Your path And I still love you Fully somehow Not carrying Your whole road Only loving you Now Open hands Open hands