In Praise of Hands
Can you believe these organs called hands?
I am astonished at their useful beauty.
This morning I see my hands as if for the first time
for what they are. Tears come as I write this to you.
How grateful I am to have them to speak with
to love with, to write with, to craft soups with,
to pick roses with, to paint with.
To praise God with.
This morning as I spoke with my Love,
about hands over morning readings
and cups of sweet Saturday coffee,
we spoke about hands and tools –
I told him how I remember
people’s hands photographically – more
than faces or eyes, even. For years
and years I can see hands clearly –
including both of my grandmother’s hands.
I never knew that I was tracking hands in this way.
Stop now. And look at your own hands.
See them and praise them for
what they are for you.
them we could not even grasp
the cup of tea. Or stitch the
world together with red threads.
In praise of hands
I live this day.
The hand is the essential organ of culture,
the initiator of humanization – Ernst Fischer