Of Hand and Heart
I marvel at the workings of the human hand
To touch and hold, shape and mold they
Lead and teach, work and scold from infancy
Till death they fold.
I ponder too, the power of the human heart
To touch and hold, shape and mold it
Leads and teaches, draws and reaches
Forever into lives it seasons.
The hand and heart are intertwined
Refined and kind or rough and blind
To lift or wound, build or swoon
The hand applies as the heart inclines.
So know, that when I hold your hand
You’re holding my heart as well.
With every squeeze my hand applies
My heart is pounding: “Joy!” inside.
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