Hands
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A potter’s hands are made to create
Pots out of clay to contain water or rice
As she steadily knead and mix
Soil collected from mother earth.
A carpenter’s hands are made to build
Shelter out of bamboo, wood or steel
Shielding people from rain, sun, wind, snow.
An artist’s hands brings us beauty
Capturing images through time and history
An interplay of colors expressed through the heart.
A physician’s hands can only heal
A gift from God for the very few
Diagnosing and removing pain and illness.
A mother’s hands will naturally nurture
Be it feeding a baby his first mouthful or
Changing dirty diapers
Mothers hands comfort the human soul.
A farmer’s hands work the landSowing seeds that turn into seedlings
Engaging mother earth’s help
Growing food to feed the hungry
In friendship we extend a handshake
Through that handshake we silently say
“you are my friend, and I will trust you.”
Hands can speak when lips fail
For the mute and the deaf
In their silent world, hands communicate.
Hands clasped together in prayer
Speaking words of praise to God
Stilling the mind,
uniting with the higher consciousness
If you were given a knife
What would you do with it?
To carve or shape a block of wood
Into a statue or piece of art
To remove a cancerous tumor
From a patient’s womb
To gut a fish
To open a tin can
To shave your beard
To dig a hole
To puncture a tyre
To scratch a car
To hunt
To stab and kill a life.
What have your hands done lately?
3 comments:
Hi thanks for reading my blog. I don't understand what Rochelle's comments are, as it's in mandarin. But I hope you like it.
Yes, some times when you speak out of your heart, and not your mind, truth emerges.
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Hands can be strong, soft, hideous, smooth...the adjectives are endless.
Strong are the hands of God who lifts us up when we are down,
Soft are the hands of a baby barely 24 hours out of a mother's womb,
Hideous are the hands of those who take an innocent life; they are disgusting,
And smooth are the hands of a woman, caressing her lover...
If I were given a knife, I would fall to the ground on my knees, dig a hole and bury my sweetest kisses...meant for someone I truly love :) [Is this too dramatic...ha! ha!]
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