Ageless and Ageless and
Ageless…
Are the hands that
hold the world
The mother’s touch
To an infant’s cry
The soft wipe
Across tear stained
cheeks
The carrier of salve
To a bruised knee
The lift to a lap
A shoulder
Or
Cradling her babe to
her breast
The hands that stir
the pots
Which feed an endless
supply of mouths
And
Rub the backs of
sleepy children everywhere
Messaging teething
gums
Or
Planting gardens for
her family
Later
Fingers locked and
intertwined
With her lover
The one who holds the
hands
Of the one who holds
the world
Once alone
Those hands reach
To an everlasting God
In Praise
In Surrender
In Thanksgiving
And at night
She tucks those
anointed hands
Beneath her pillow
To rest safely
For yet
Another day…
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