I’ve seen your hands so many times,
and yet they never cease to amaze me,
exploring, searching seashells for the mystery
the smallness and greatness of creation.
I love the way your hands reach
for the children touching their heads
with encouraging words, a kiss
on their foreheads, lifting their spirits.
And you always guide your hands, to others
reaching out with help, friendship, a meal
expressing the compassion that brings
strength stronger than the sea.
Most of all I love your hands
when you reach for me
in the middle of the night,
as we lace our fingers
gentle mumbles, and whispers,
sleeping as one, holding
as if our hearts
are in each other’s
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”