Sacred HandsA Poem by Justice Smith
Sacred hands,
healing what you thought touch could never fix. Holding out it's heart, in hopes that you feel the same. Hands that have meaning, and life. Hands that know your soul. Hands that know your past, all the things you've done, and how you've felt. Hands that know every part of you, yet chose to stay. These you must keep close. Because those hands will stay if treated right. But if you take them for granted, and misuse them, they will no longer be there to catch you when you fall, to wipe away those tears, to comfort you in your time of need. So when you find those hands, hold onto them. And don't let go. Not even for an instant. For once you do, you will lose them. And they will never come back. Oh how we all long for those simple, sacred hands.
© 2013 Justice SmithAuthor's Note
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