Touch The Hand Of God
These old arthritic wrinkle hands are filled with the
DNA of Life
And one day soon will soar through the clouds and
Reach the heavens and touch the
Hand of God
These hands were small and when I bent down to my knees at night my hands
Fold into prayer and asked God to let these hands learn to write
And these eyes to read, let my hands help me survive and as
They bloom eons pass, grasped pen to paper
Engraved each line
With the pain and sorrows and a few blissful memories time allowed
These hands to touch
These old wrinkle and swollen hands once caressed her newborn
Sons and daughters,
These old ugly hands cooked and scrubbed floors and taught children to
Fold their hands in prayer
"Oh how these old hands trembled and shook when they buried the only parent
In life, and folded into prayer when buried a spouse
These old wrinkle hands folded into prayer every night
Asking God
To sent an angel to this lonely soul and let it tasted true love
For the first time in her life
These old and clumsy hands have worn a symbol of love for
Twenty four years these hands have
Held her husband and
Wiped his lonely teardrops from his
Face,
These hands have held the hand of fake and true friendship
They have caressed once more a
New born son,
These old hands have worked its fingers to the bones
Keeping me alive, they feed and dressed me, fix children’s cuts
And bruises
Console them through storms
Of sorrow
These hands have been a blessing from God...
My hands are my survival tool they fold as one and pray
Since the first day I discovered
My set of tiny hands
Now these hands are old arthritic
wrinkle and weak
But they’re filled with precious
DNA of Past,
Present and future times of life
These old hands will soon soar to the heavens up above
And touch the hand of
God….
.
Copyright by Yolanda Hernandez
Aka Morning Star 06/25/03