The Hands 2

Small hands,

Large hands.

Hands across the miles.

Hands across the globe.

Clasping hands,

Grasping hands.

Hands of love.

Fingers;

Long and lean,

Short and fat.

Feeling with touch;

Soft and smooth,

Hot and cold,

Day and night,

Left and right.

Knuckles wrap

And hands clap.

Nails scratch

And try to match

The hand that molds

And then holds;

Fork, knife, spoon,

Scissors and pen.

Dexterous and nimble

The hand is not simple.

Hands are something we all have in common. When we join hands in peace one at a time, we achieve joy and simplicity. The simple flower is a symbol of universal and earthly love. It takes love to grow a flower, the most fragile of earth’s plants. Yet, so simple in its needs, only needing dirt, sun, and water to flourish. They raise their petaled heads to greet the spring and summer sun. Then, when autumn arrives, they produce seeds that sleep for the winter and grow again in the spring. This is reminiscent of the cycle of life for all living beings. As we complete the tasks assigned to us before birth, we learn throughout this lifetime, and figure out what to work on next lifetime. The cycle of life is never-ending: the young become old, and the old become young. A person’s life is meant to be the best possible. It is a time of learning, understanding, and teaching. The wisdom gained in this lifetime, will help you on the next spiritual level as your soul continues its journey. So reach out, hold another’s hand. These are the people of Earth that walk together for peace.