9/16/10 Prompt: "My hands hold..."
What I hold in my hand is electric.
I hold choice. I hold indecision.
There is an energy that I create with my hands, a pleasure I give, a language I know, a creative force to be reckoned with, a wound to heal, a map and a mystery.
What will they do next? When will they touch again? What will make them tremble?
They hold an immeasurable amount of memories. My hands hold rhythm, they dance and curve. My hands are cleansing, mischievous, and work hard.
They long for more touch, music, new frontiers, new creation, to experience soft hair, a light wind, sandy days, slimy seaweed, another hand to hold.
My hand holds my other hand. Together they form a receptacle for the energy of the universe to pour light and love into my heart, to cleanse my soul. Together they appreciate life, applaud it's beauty and it's truth. Together my hands ask for forgiveness, for love shared, for signs held.
My hands hold my future, my present, and are molded from my past. These hands have seen a lot of weather and worked for many years. These hands may retire before I do.
My hands have so much to give. My hands will build gardens, see travel, learn new things, live a beautiful and exciting life. My hands will support me, catch me when I fall, rip and heal, hold firm and touch lightly. My touch is silken with love and giving. My texture is rough with toil and tested strength. The combination is a divine caress.
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