for Maria who gave me this old book from Scotland This book has the look of something loved what May look like wear and tear to some there but Understanding others can see where hands Of human beings held it carefully And read it and that looks like love to me What hands before left afterward behind For understanding other hands to find Between the hands of many anyway What has been open once again to be Between my hands too between to and from This book has gone as far as I have come To go on then when I have gone away Through other hands whoever understands What was still is looks in this book will see What it meant when it went with me someday And understanding other hands will find What hands before left afterward behind Steven Curtis Lance