The Hands That Touched My Soul

My life, music to my spirit,
Because of The hands that touched my soul
Life around me, seemingly unaware of its purpose
Is running in the same direction, but in circles
I find myself running, as always, in the opposite direction
Not mainly because I know my purpose 
But because of The hands that touched my soul
The challenge of life is living it 
The beauty of challenge is the reward
And all we have to do is listen
To the sound of life 
And feel The hands that touch your soul ...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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Agustin Avatar
January 2, 2025 at 8:02 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
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February 7, 2016 at 10:29 AM
TEODORA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA
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January 12, 2016 at 2:08 PM
deep poem, I truly love this write. SKAT
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