T here is a needing
there is a caring
there is a taking
and a giving
so make genuine
your heart
as you reach
to clutch such knowing hands
as these
hands withered by life
deeply etched in wisdom
carved by experience
they bless you
with their touch
these beautiful hands
these fragile hands
strong with knowledge
anointed hands
blessed by time
and the will to endure
their radiance
envelopes their sainted touch
open hands
of precious flesh
reaching to you
through the ages
their sacred essence
is their touch
grasp firm
but gentle
hold tight these hands
enwrap them
in love
understanding their fate
may be your deliverance
*
rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse