Lord bless our
hands to be gentle
that they can hold
without becoming a fetter,
that they can give
without calculation,
that they have the power
to bless and comfort.
Lord, bless our eyes
that they see the need
that they do not
overlook the inconspicuous.
Bless our eyes
to look through
the superficial,
sense the real
that others will
feel comfortable
under our gaze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem