Holding Hands
Holding Hands
The things that we say
to the hands we hold,
so gentle and soft
or brazened and bold,
without saying words
we speak to the heart,
words that need voices
when hands are apart.
In friendship and love,
in joy or in pain
enduring of time
and seasons of change.
Without using words
what else could you do
to speak from the heart
"I'm right here with you"
For courage and strength,
compassion and hope,
sharing a burden
and helping us cope,
Or tethers a bond
of passionate fire,
steadily fueling
a growing desire.
Some are against
as public display,
keeping their distance
for dignity's sake.
Their understanding
depends on the words,
missing the message
the heart may have heard.
Some say our lives
are much better shared.
For pain of the loss
it's cautiously dared.
A touch of the hand
lead hearts to be won.
When taking thy hand
the two become one.
- Jeannie Minor
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2015
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