With These Hands

 

With these hands
I can sow the seeds of wonder
And harvest knowledge

With these hands
I can touch the world
And create my universe

With these hands
I can catch a tear
And offer comfort

With these hands
I can give of me
Embrace my brothers

With these hands
I can raise the flag of freedom
Defend a nation

With these hands
I can punctuate a smile
And offer hope

With these hands
I can capture a star
Or grasp the moon

With these hands
I can nurture peace
And assuage fear

With these hands
I can abide today
And shape tomorrow

With these hands
I can pray
And touch the face of God

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 Response to With These Hands

  1. Theresa says:

    Bless those hands…

    Like

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