Resting Hands

“Hands that work ..

Weaving hands ..

Hands that caress ..

 Hands that paint ..

Hands that write ..

Hands that hit ..

Hands that dig the earth …..

Hands resting on the belly and feeling the flow of blood, the flow of life ..”

That’s how they are.

The miracle of nature for those of us who are lucky enough to have them and to use them in something different than destruction, war, human misery and, rather, in tasks that ennoble the human being, that elevate their spirit, that mitigate the pain and that give life to life ….