Senders and Receivers

[DonSchaeffer]

There is a system to it.
We (I use this pronoun advisedly)
the team, the couple, the fundamental grouping

the unity that keeps life. We
are the organization of the world.
There is nothing else but empty space,

death. With our hands and breasts and bodies,
we exist, for a time
before vanishing. All the sounds

that fill our minds, all the touches on our sleeves.
It is God. It is living prayer. When it
silences, we are gone. Silent morning never wakes.

It's the hands
not the eyes
that make us real.