My Hands Today

My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard work. I felt needed, And useful at times. Yet… My hands suffered from the ordeal, At the appeal of filling my heart With a harvest of memories. I guess it is expected that my hands are showing my age. I turn the page with a pleasant smile, Knowing that regardless of the visage that is my reflection… I know that the Lord is with me, And He guides my hands even now… I pray… To do as He asks of me, Anytime I am blessed to be called. Aging is just part of the process Of experience, and of life’s long journey. My hands are getting old today, But that… Is okay.