so many purposes served
perfunctionary feats
embracing the majority
every hand tells a distinct story
multilateral uses
unto so few discussions
are such puncuation makers
deliberately omitted
the blinds' eyes
feeling sight
eloquent voice
singing for the gallery
of each individual's intention
beauty in unique definition
when ill expressed
anger becomes inflicted
result overwhelming abuse
enemies often to the weak
yes so painfully are they able
to bruise
though undesired in society
still a necessary balance clearly
so much can be told
by the appearance of one's hands
the contour can speak of such
refinement and grace
or pommel the mind
with images of great hardship
and misuse
who truly does and does not care
shows in the majesty of the hands
the grace of the fingers
and the spirit of the opposing
thumbs
along with the tender underbelly of
pink fleshed palms
reveals so much to the one who truly
looks
that GOD gives each soul the ability
to just be
either beautiful or otherwise
in its own right
by allowing their hands
influenced by the singular human
experience
to silently translate their most
telling of truths
that its those who are gentlest
deep down in their warmest being
who best serve up the universe's
strength to the masses
the most perfect of all examples
in the beginning
the Lord Jesus himself
was but what
a simple carpenter
so procure to have hands that create
as well
rather than those who only know how
to destroy
and firmly believe always
that if you wish it so
GOD will grant you the wisdom
to know the difference between the
two
and enable you to unearth your own
path of inner peace
that consciously hurts not others
but brings out in them
a kinder better regard
for their own fellow man......
(written Feb 7,2002 5am)
nice poem. I too, am fascinated by hands, their mystery, their gifts, their journey thru the years attached to human sentiment and experience....."that which we touch we help to heal."