The simple interlocking of fingers
A symbol of trust, of dependence, of things to be
The smallest, yet sweetest of intimacy..iced with innocence
The wonder of how two hands..one a little bigger and darker than the other can fit toether perfectly like 2 pieces of a jigsaw..still remains a msytery to me
As I ponder upon this, my thoughts are drawn to You, O, Lord
I can only stand in awe at how the world nestles perfectly in the plam of Your hand...
The same 2 hands in which You were crucified for the love of us.
The image of a hand in motion brings an image of pain or violence....
Yet the image of a pair of hands folded together in prayer brings an image of peace..of hope.
When I study the tanner and slightly more weatherd hands of yours, my love.. and with my finger trace the little lines....
My heart sends out a prayer of thanksgiving..
To the Lord who faithfully crafted you so intricately and perfectly when you were still in your mother's womb.
....I want to hold your hand.....
