We might extend our hands to pull someone to safety,
or aggressively shove them into harm’s way.
The very hands that offer a warm embrace,
might push away in times of anger or fear.
When you shake a hand, you greet someone as a friend.
When you make a fist, you defiantly oppose them.
The same hands that offer a deep massage,
and gently wash a child’s back.
can create a sculpture of exquisite beauty,
a painting with depths of mystery,
or write words that burn with hate.
They can pick a bouquet, plant a seed,
row a boat, or climb a tree;
they can save a life, take a life,
or leave behind a life well-lived.
Our hands are an extension
of our soul;
they act out our thoughts
and move at our command.
Take my hand