your hands do deserve utter praise
for those bounties of unseen hours
filled with your hand’s righteous
motions through airs and spaces otherwise
devoid of fulfilling spiritual activity
at least that of which at least had
the chance [at the very least]
to have been seen by eyes either
perceived or uncaught, the most
blatant witness being that one
(or few) who do follow you so
close through the morning,
night and noon, simply
awaiting what you will do
and even if you do nothing,
they may very well be there, still.