Hands

Have you ever looked down at your hands
Never wavering from their true demands
A pair given to woman and man
No matter how life is treating the bearer
Writing and erasing life’s little errors
They never take off
Made to comfort a cough

Functioning as a pair
Given into the Holy Ghost both raised to the ceiling waving in the air
When we kneel, they’re ached to pray
Graceful movements in the beauty of Ballet
No credit or rewards ever given
Having these two extensions is pure living
Holding, stroking, softly caressing
Used for undressing, right hand lifted for judicial confessing, and even iron pressing

The duties of such is Pure Bliss
Even used in the mechanics to blow a sweet kiss
Ring on one hand making you a Mrs
Masterfully skilled in the throne of precision
Scalpel held by the hand from a surgeon’s incision
No time for hands to be biased in religion

For the ones who were never blessed
No need to stress
Your feet make up the absence used to your advantage at best
So, when you look down
Give love to pair that will always be around

A helpmate to wipe back the fallen teardrops
Assistance with popping fingers to the sounds of Hip Hop
Holding cleaning aids, lifting the top on pots, stirring spoons as we’re cooking
Holding binoculars for far away looking
Clapping, catcalling, a roaring cheer
The beautiful art of using hands in the absence to hear

They receive the data messages from the realm of our minds
Thank goodness they’re always working overtime
Doing everything the mind tells them to do
Such wondrous gifts so I only named a few