...am "so sure"...too, Joyce,
in life's share of trials and tribulations
and abundance of "good"...with a vast mind
but...science evidence limited...place myself
in Gods Hands...beyond evidence...it makes
me feel "right"...and it satisfies my scientific
as well as spiritual curiosity...
Thank you Joyce. Blessings!
I have tiny hands and feet, and I do a lot of housework as well; however, they are still looking fine and smooth. The housework hasn't given them any wears and tears yet.
The most beautiful hands of all are God's hands, for they are comforting and reassuring, and they cradle us whenever we fall.
There's nothing like the gentle laying on of hands between a man and a woman.
I wish I could send you a picture of my hands. I use them a lot in strange ways because they have been paralyzed 50 years and my fingers are either cramped in a fist grip (my left hand) or stick straight out and don't move on their own (right). Yet the skin on them has a healthy pink glow with no atrophy and almost perfect fingernails that make them look like they did when I was a teenager. They should be gnarled with age and use, with brown spots and white areas with no pigment at all, blue veins showing through. I blame it on "lack of wear and tear" and that may be the case, but I do recall using the side of my right hand to karate chop things like break up ice cubes stuck together until it bled.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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Blessings, xo
Chris
ann
Wonderful creative write Joyce!
Love and Blessings,
John Michael
powerful verse
in life's share of trials and tribulations
and abundance of "good"...with a vast mind
but...science evidence limited...place myself
in Gods Hands...beyond evidence...it makes
me feel "right"...and it satisfies my scientific
as well as spiritual curiosity...
Thank you Joyce. Blessings!
The most beautiful hands of all are God's hands, for they are comforting and reassuring, and they cradle us whenever we fall.
Sandie
I wish I could send you a picture of my hands. I use them a lot in strange ways because they have been paralyzed 50 years and my fingers are either cramped in a fist grip (my left hand) or stick straight out and don't move on their own (right). Yet the skin on them has a healthy pink glow with no atrophy and almost perfect fingernails that make them look like they did when I was a teenager. They should be gnarled with age and use, with brown spots and white areas with no pigment at all, blue veins showing through. I blame it on "lack of wear and tear" and that may be the case, but I do recall using the side of my right hand to karate chop things like break up ice cubes stuck together until it bled.
Ron
Anna
Love ya!
Jane