Quiet Hands

A valediction

 

 

Quiet Hands

 

 

Her work worn hands are quiet now.

Something I never thought to see

She used them so industriously

no idleness would she allow.

 

Except on Sundays, even then

 she used her hands to underline.

The tales she told of Holy Men

from the Good Book she thought divine.

 

Although in fact she could not read

 her versions were from memory.

She still held firmly to her creed.

Her brand of Christianity.

 

Which she expressed practically.

Not words but deeds her chosen way.

In the event of tragedy

 she offered help without delay.

 

She will be missed by everyone

 whose life she touched in some small way.

or all the acts of kindness done.

To other people every day

 

Her work worn hands lie quietly

 in prayerful pose upon her breast

As mourners pass respectfully

to say farewell as they think best.

 

24-Mar-08

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This is so sad and what a loss but it is also a beautiful tribute to someone dear. Written very well and dearly!