as a little lad
my hand captured in mom’s
No doubt, no hesitation
I was ‘in good hands’…
City streets
streaming traffic
mom and I on the curb
Her hand tight on mine
I was her prize
but you know what?
She was mine…too!
I just hadn’t thought about it yet
Years in passing
teen years came
and a girl became a girl
Beautiful smile
energetic lass
could run and throw and catch
but a switch was thrown
and things were different
one day I held her hand
others giggled
LW + JB
she smiled
a surprise coke date
a lady become someone special
very special
and more special
offered her hand to mine
as long as life shall last
The proffered hand
unfettered, free
has value off the scale
mothers hand, fathers hand,
lover forever’s hand
The hand of God, hovering over us
And along came Jesus, man
a hand to children
to friends
to all who come to Him
reaching out
becoming closer than a brother
becoming father and mother
walking with us
holding our hand, always
Albrecht Durer’s sculpted hands
betende hande
symbol of giving, done
May our hands, my hands,
do as well
Take my hand?
Lin 1/2011