Hands

POEM HANDS caring hands that caress me in my despair, calm hands who massage my ego... subtle hands, kind that do so well, steady hands strong, or fragile... Hands researchers who discover my secrets, and help... silent hands that silence the my mistakes... accomplice hands of all mine acts, hands that model my soul... hands that wave good bye, goodbye... healing hands heal wounds... are the holy hands of my love... that give grace and glory into my life...!