Have you stopped lately to honor your hands? Behold your hands, human. Palms. Fingers, eight, plus two thumbs.

What can you hold? Tension? Beauty? Love? Truth?

Hold out your hands and close your eyes and you will receive a big surprise.

My peace I give you.

Here, take my hand.

Whose hand do you want to hold?

Supposing I could make an offering of these hands, these bowls of beauty and strength?

My hands, like Walt Whitman’s singing self, can hold multitudes. Yet I have no fingers or thumbs.

My hands may be empty, but I am not empty handed.

Some hands are tired. Needs must rest.

Supposing it’s not what we hold, but what we behold that matters.

Behold not the hands but the flowers the heart beholds!

Here’s to you and your amazing hands, whatever they’re beholding today!

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