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