Sometimes it is the unseen hand
that makes the day of an angel
a motion like a tide, that carries
a seed from one place to another.
When special moments that 'might be'
pass so easily like a falling star,
a light so often there, so barely noticed.
We have all been in this role
as if put there by things and notions
we never knew,
were we the ripple that unstills the water
moves the eye of the child
to see a smooth stone
that makes a lucky wish before sleeping
and the dream that is born,
might change his world
so seldom do we get the chance
to thank the unseen hands.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Wow, this is really lovely. Fantastic read! Thanks for entering this dedication contest to Penman. I'm sure he's touched by your write! I know I am! I'm honored to have you show your work here!
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Excellent
This was great. Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful write and so well expressed.
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I read this a few times, read it out loud.
I would change;
so barely noticed- it cries for a period.
might change its world
I kept wanting to say 'the'.
the ending;
so seldom do we get the chance
to thank...the unseen hands...
so seldom, do we get the chance
to thank unseen hands.
skip the ... I think. But hey...what do I know?
I'm just trying to leave you more than a boring, beautiful
comment. lol.
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well i appreciate the ideas, more than you know, because i was unhappy with this and reached for things to help, even the old ellipsis routine
so this is better, i need to figure out the world thing, but this puts me well on the way...thank you...PK 
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