Pulling In The Energy, by Donna Deffenbaugh (November 2015)

Tiny hands, far too small to grasp things, learning what life feels like.

Playful hands, getting pretty muddy, tying yellow ribbons.

Loving hands, finding secret treasures, picking yellow daisies.

Mother’s hands, folding freshened laundry, wiping childhood tears.

Working hands, heavy on the keyboard, writing tiny numbers.

Busy hands, struggling with a button, prying up the box lid, threading tiny needles.

Empty hands, resting on the sidelines, seeking some lost rainbow.

Timid hands, rising up to heart-height, following the leader:

Soft hands, reaching for the stars now – reaching for the universe…

Hands filled.