Your Hand I’d Kiss
Your hand, I’d kiss
But not for this,
The mundane games
Men play.
Your hand, I’d kiss
For doing this,
Absolve my sins
Away.
Your hand, I’d kiss
But not for this,
That any man
Can do.
Your hand, I’d kiss,
For doing this
God’s strong,
His choice, the few.
Your hand, I’d kiss
But not for this,
Like any
Virile male.
Your hand, I’d kiss
For doing this,
Place Him between
Lips, pale.
Your hand, I’d kiss
But not for this,
Your strength
Exudes each pore.
Your hand, I’d kiss
For doing this,
Your prayers,
I do implore.
Hilary M. Flanery
Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.
"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"
Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.
The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.
