Hands

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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,

two souls

sleeping as one, holding

as if our hearts

are in each other’s

hands.

         

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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