I got a fright looking down at my hands .
It was as if I was looking at my mother's hands.
I had not really noticed before that my hands are changing as I get older,more wrinkled,spotty.
They do so much for me in my day.
Welcome hands to my day
I honour your service.I celebrate you today
You unlock my day
into many series of
movements.
Thankyou for your faithfulness.
You stretch,bend,grab,curl,enclose.pat,stroke,hold,wave.
clench,release,pinch,write.
Love.
You help me sense,feel,
and be delighted.
Thankyou,my beautiful hands.
My hands literally dance through the day-probably the most exercised part of my body.They are legends so I do not mind they are looking a bit worn.I will take better care of them and give them a loving massage.Maybe I could massage them with my feet!
Just take a thought for your hands today!
4 comments:
Beautiful Words! I remember as a little girl admiring the calloused hands of my dad and today I still notice my eyes roaming to them and still they warm my heart!
I nolonger have my mum so it was an ultra surprise to see I have her hands and am reminded of her in myself.Hands are amazing.I bet your dad has done lots with his.
yes i admit my hands are my main tools.
my hands are big but that's ok I love them!!!!
A unique thought which really did take me back to the days when I admired my parents hands. Really, quite a thoughtful post, dear friend!
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