Just a little somethin'

Soft hands hold me for the very first time. A loving smile, a loving voice, they welcome me to the world.

Desperate hands wash me, frantically trying to cool the fever. Sickness is invading my body but those desperate hands have come to do battle. No, sickness! Not this day, not this child.

Strong hands gripping mine lovingly prevent my escape. Large feet dash, dart and stomp around me but those strong hands… They keep me safe from harm.

Firm hands show me the way. The path may seem like a wide and winding road, but those firm hands teach me how straight and narrow it really is.

Joyous hands give praise and thanks. They show me that if there is nothing Earthly for you to hold on to, you need NOT be empty handed. Lifting your hands in joyous praise brings rewards of its own.

Forgiving hands embrace me. Failure need not become an impenetrable fortress. No castle or keep can prevent the cradle of those forgiving hands

Proud hands clap and cheer for me. The road to this day was long and toilsome but today those hands are happy. Accomplishments may seem rare, but that is even more of a reason to wear proud hands.

Soft hands, aged hands, weathered and freckled hands… so frail they became. Those soft warm hands have grown cold now. If I could have just one wish, if I could have just one prayer, it would be to one day feel the touch of those soft hands again.