By: DeeJay

DeeJay — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 08:47:09 +0000

Our hands and our heart represent one of our senses and is our feeling sense.
Just as our heart our hands have soothed pain, caressed our loved ones, have reached out, and have been the tool of our survival.
I have a writing about hands. It’s long but I saved it in my collection.
Hope you don’t mind if I share it with you.
These Hands
An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly
on the park bench.
He didn’t move, just sat with his head down staring at his
hands.
When I sat down beside him he didn’t acknowledge my
presence and the longer I sat I wondered if he was ok.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to
check on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok.
He raised his head and looked at me and smiled. Yes,
I’m fine, thank you for asking, he said in a clear strong
voice.
I didn’t mean to disturb you sir, but you were just sitting
here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure
you were ok, I explained to him.
Have you ever looked at your hands, he asked. I mean
really looked at your hands?
I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I
turned them over, palms up and then palms down.
No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as
I tried to figure out the point he was making.
Then he smiled and related this story:
Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have,
how they have served you well throughout your years.
These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have
been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and
grab and embrace life.
They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I
crashed upon the floor.
They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.
They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.
They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love
of my life.
They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.
They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my
newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world
that I was married and loved someone special.
They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and
spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle.
Yet, they were strong and sure when I lifted a plow off
of my best friend’s foot.
They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in
fists of anger when I didn’t understand.
They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed
and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried
and raw.
And to this day when not much of anything else of me
works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and
again continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where I’ve been and the
ruggedness of my life.
But more importantly it will be these hands that God will
reach out and take when he leads me home.
And He won’t care about where these hands have been or
what they have done.
What He will care about is to whom these hands belong
and how much
He loves these hands.
And with these hands, He will lift me to His side and
there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ.
I never saw the man again.
I do know that I’ll never take my hands for granted or
look at them in the same way again.
DeeJay.
Anonymous

By: Riverrat

Riverrat — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 03:43:50 +0000

She must be older then she looks!

By: Pagan Queen

Pagan Queen — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 23:10:06 +0000

I am a hard worker and love the outdoors

By: archer

archer — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 21:58:24 +0000

Hard worker.

By: Tracer

Tracer — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 17:31:15 +0000

A hard worker Big hands they are scared from years of hard work

By: outhval

outhval — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 14:54:05 +0000

My hands say I have been in the wars (I have a bent useless ring finger through an accident). Also they say I am old!

By: holly

holly — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 14:47:59 +0000

Well they are looking very much like nana’s hands, so that tells me I’m getting old.

By: Half Drawn Boy

Half Drawn Boy — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 09:03:59 +0000

I have a large scar on my right hand from where I protected my face from being bottled so that shows that I have been to a pub in the UK lol

By: Kembek

Kembek — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 08:24:04 +0000

Honestly, my hands are my best physical feature. I had a high school teacher who suggested I become a hand model. Wish I had pursued that.

By: Zerstore

Zerstore — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 07:22:32 +0000

Mine are large, and starting to show my age. They are deep grooved and full of dirt/mud/slivers and scars.
The tell me I really do enjoy life

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