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Your Hands
March 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment
Your Hands
If your hands were to tell of your life ‘til this day
What type of life would your hands portray?
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Would they be idle with no work to do,
Un-calloused and smooth with lotions to soothe?
Or would they be tattered and soiled with use,
Revealing hard labor and years of abuse?
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Do they gently and softly wipe away tears,
And cradle a child to comfort her fears?
Would they reach out and help to lift up the soul
Of a stranger downtrodden with no where to go?
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Do your fingers point from your judgment seat,
Or turn blame to yourself when you’re in defeat?
Do chains bind your hands for punishment’s sake?
Are those fists holding tight to your angry state?
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Would those hands of yours be clenched tight to hold
To possessions of which the storekeeper sold?
Or, instead, would they be stretched out in giving
Of time and of talents, helping others in living?
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My hope would be, no matter their way,
To clasp gently in prayer at the end of the day.
To give thanks to the fact that they are free,
And be grateful for what they are able to be.
A.E.Gold – November 19th, 1998