We do so much with our hands

We do so much with our hands

We hold thoughts and concepts like intangible dice

Roll the right sides to give us the desired result

Like the love we all seek and when I hold her hand

They are smooth and I am calm because her hands can hold my heavy thoughts

Like the pursuit of freedom that we write words about

In our pastoral settings that illuminate vast fields and jungles filled with trees we find freedom this way and get lost in the height and weight of it all

We hold life in our hands

Children so precious

In our hands

So fragile and they chose my hands to support them

I look at my hands and the calluses, the scars, the marks on them, and they tell my story without a word

I look at her hands and I can see what she lost and what she did with her hands

How they were once soft and sweet and now they are heavy like mine are now

I know I can hold them and keep her safe if she’d let me

I know the things we can do in each other’s hands and the worlds we would trek

The rocks and freedom would tumble as we would climb great mountain ranges

We would find the spirits and passions would climb if she’d let me

We could ascend together in each other’s hands

If she’d let me