The hand touches the flesh

To see if our souls mesh

It touches the heart

To see where it should start

It moves every day

In its own special way

It cherishes the journey

Meant for us only

It takes time

To remember our prime

And it lets go

Of what it used to know

The hand always prays

It counts special days

It spreads true love

Just like heaven above

It knows how to heal

It knows what to reveal

It never stays the same

It knows its name

It can find solid ground

It can turn things around

It is a valuable resource

It stays on course

It knows where to stand

The hand