The hand!

The hand, when rarely I see it again,

Feels the pain that stings again,

The pain remembering what it must have been

but sadly is now what it is..

The hand, that many prophesied to be

that of a healer, sadly remains to be just a nurture.

But the joy that comes knowing there is still

many a thing this hand can do, lifts the heart!

The hand that feels, gives seed to your thoughts,

The hand that seeks, knows more than what you think.

The hand that reaches out, embraces more than what you need.

Oh I hope you forgive me for the hopes I gave you!