#holdinghands
THE NEED FOR HOLDING HANDS
May we be blessed when we see someone in need
whether a family member,
a friend
or even a stranger in the night…
to understand they may need us to hold their hand
and let them know
everything will be all right.
THE ART OF HOLDING HANDS
THE ART OF HOLDING HANDS THE SEQUEL
From my little spot upon this world…this tiny place from where I stand
I have to wonder if there’s anything more beautiful than the art of holding hands.
Holding hands is an art…It’s as beautiful as any moonlit night…any rainbow
any sunrise that paints the birth of a new day.
It’s more beautiful than da Vinci’s Mona Lisa…or the sunflowers of Monet.
Is there anything more innocent and pure…filled with more softness and more power
than when a baby who’s just been born puts their little hand in ours?
Is there anything more wonderful…more profound in this or any land…
then when that same baby…now a child still wants to hold our hand?
For there will come a time…one day…a time all parents understand…
when that baby becomes too old…too independent…
and no longer need to hold our hands.
Perhaps that’s why we keep their handprints…from a time when they were small
stuck on our refrigerators or framed upon our walls.
Yes, there is something inherently beautiful…artistic
in the way our fingers fit together when another hand we hold…
how we are never to young to hold hands,
how we will never be too old.
And why, when we see hand-holding anywhere in the world,
we smile because we understand
the beauty and the art of the bond…
connecting people holding hands.
Have you noticed no matter our genders, our colors, our religions…
If we are young…or old and gray…
no matter where we lin the world we come from
we all hold hands in the same way?
The beauty is watching two lovers holding hands,
a parent and a child
or two children having fun…
The art is created when we see how those two people
when their hands are joined together…
become one.
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DAILY GRATITUDE HOLDING HANDS
Today I’m grateful for the magical feeling holding hands can bring.
How that simple act can cause your face to smile
your skin to tingle
and your heart to sing….
And what’s even more amazing…even better yet…
is how that feeling never goes away…
no matter how old you get.
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.