Hands

With eyes a little foggy, floating hands, I look to You just to see You enveloping everything and me. When I can, I fix on You, adoring You and hoping in what I know of You. It is enough— the love I feel and the good I know— to widely smile to You now Lord. You’re more than worthy This is the only natural thing for me to do Deep breath in and rest. Boldly I look to You with furrowed brow again grasping hands again for….all that resides within… But You look at me— smile hidden by chinned hand— with no words, but a twinkle. My smile comes unbidden hipped hands. and I see…it will be Your way, Your time wrinkle.