By Sydney Lynn Haupert Lok

 

Holding the hands of

a beloved

Holding the hands of

a stranger

Holding the hands of

a savior

Holding the hands of

a sinner

Holding the hands of

a mother

Holding the hands of

a murderer

Holding the hands of

the known

Holding the hands of

the unknown

Planting hands into

a pocket of dancing stars

Hands filling up life like

fresh berries in a basket

Seeding the Soul

with Joy and Gratitude

All this and more

is growing God