Thursday, January 04, 2007



Mine have fed me and my children and loved ones who needed me to.
Mine have stroked the brow of my children and others.
Offered a handshake.
Held others hands.
I use mine constantly.
Creation of beautiful things.
A touch of love.
A touch of discipline.
A reminder of danger.
Hold my hand.

I have been so lonely at times.
Wishing for someone to hold my hand.
Reach for me.
Reassure me.
Comfort me.

Think about it.
Make yours matter.
A touch.
The warmth that remains even when the actual contact is gone.
The way a certain touch can ignite passion.
The way another can combat that loneliness.

Lay your hand across someone's concerned brow.
Place your palm softly on the side of a loved one's face.
Come gently from behind and press yours into the small of your loved ones' back.
Reach out your hand in a gesture of peace and goodwill.

Be generous with the work of your hand.
Make a difference.
Pull someone from the depth of their demons.
Reach out your hand in a gesture of hope.

Make yours count - many have done that for me.
I hope I have done that for many.


Have a beautiful day.


jojo* said...

Beautiful post! "be generous with the work of your hand"--I love that!

BTW, you will never see me post a pic of my hands on my blog. They need some serious moisturizer! hee hee

Roxanne said...

That is just beautiful Teresa! Thank you for sharing it with us. Sometimes the smallest thing, like the touch of a hand, can mean the most. Thanks for the reminder.

Vallen Queen said...

And here's a hand for you Miss T, a standing ovation even.

Belle-ah said...

Lovely post! Have a wonder filled day!

Jill said...

Love this post. I am a hand watcher...I think you can tell a lot about a person by his or her hands and the way they use them....
This is so wonderful.Thank you.