warmth radiates from,
a pair of hands;
made by the lord,
these hands nurture.
never destroy,
neigh harm or foul;
these hands crafted out of angel dust,
specially made to create;
flesh that dries,
cracks and even bleeds;
hands that have never ceased,
not in their relenting passion,
for caring and compassion,
to bake with love;
hands that untangled furls of hair,
burned by boiling water,
used to plate the food that nourished so many;
these pair of hands remained divine,
raising me and aiding the sick,
never a needy person turned away;
not by these hands.
hands that know the grace of god,
hands that pray for mercy,
hands that still hold me.
these two hands hold my world.
