Hand of God Detroit, MI Once I saw the open Hand of God And a nude man perched on it, looking up In fear or wonder-- who could know His own hands questioning-- “what did I do?” I looked up to the nude perched man And wanted to look away His hands, punctuated question marks- what could I do? He didn’t know justice that day. I wanted to look away Out of fear or bewilderment, I know I was done justice that day When I saw the Hand of God open
Sarah Collister is a graduate of New York University and Master’s student at New St Andrews College. She teaches English literature at Wilson Hill Academy and lives in Cambridge, with her beloved husband, Clinton.