These hands are scarred and small,
they're flawed, imperfect,
but they're enough.
These hands can find the tension
in a shoulder holding the world,
they can ease the burden
even for a moment.
These hands know intuitively
how to gentle a frightened horse
(or a frightened friend)
and help them breathe again.
These hands express so much
that I have no words for
and I somehow hardly believe
that they are part of me.
Author notes
Meditations on massage therapy.
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And hands extended in friendship and love are just about the most beautiful expression of them all, open and honest, giving to any who would partake. This is lovely penning from a loving heart.
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