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THE ART OF HOLDING HANDS
THE ART OF HOLDING HANDS
From my little spot upon this Earth…this tiny place from where I stand
sometimes I wonder if there’s anything more beautiful than the art of holding hands.
Yes, holding hands is an art…as beautiful as any sunset…any rainbow…any flower…
and as an art it’s something to be appreciated for its beauty and its power.
Is there anything more beautiful…filled with more emotion…more of our love’s power
than when a baby who’s just been born puts their little hand in ours?
There’s a reason we hold on to their handprints from a time when they are small
stuck on our refrigerator or framed upon our walls.
Whenever and wherever we see it we immediately understand
the beauty of the bond connecting people when they are holding hands.
There’s something inherently beautiful…the way our fingers fit together
when another hand we hold…
how we are never to young to hold hands…and we will never be too old.
We see the beauty in holding hands between two lovers,
a parent and a child
or two children together having fun…
And we see the art when by the simple act of holding hands
these same two people become sculpted into one
And if you’ve ever been there at the end of a life….
sometimes you’ll smile….oftentimes you’ll cry
at the beauty of the moment…when your holding hands to say goodbye.
I think it’s especially important in this time when prejudice and hatred
are forming scars that may never mend…
as we watch two people of different colors, races, religions or genders, holding hands…
we see the beauty and the art in the way their two hands blend.
Which makes me wonder if our world be far more peaceful…
far more beautiful
and grand….
If we spent less time at war with one another…
and more time holding hands.
