That hand, Where I find my truest purpose, In a simple touch, Though there is nothing simple about it. That hand, Where a strong man crumbles, Then finds the source of strength to rise, His surrender to love complete. That hand, The one that holds me in my resurrection, A truth beholden like no other, She caresses me alive. That hand is the one that answers, All the questions of my wandering, Stills the racing in my mind, Birthing patience to my heart and soul.
Another great piece Tom! ❤️🙌🙌🙌
Thank you!!