• Deborah

Day #15, Sequestering

Hands glisten in the water,

Pink, sturdy, clean.

After washing them so many times, I finally see them.

Spirit says, these hands are so capable,

so knowing.

I see them, vibrant in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Spirit whispers, these hands reach out, enfold, embrace.

With everything you touch, let these hands be, and know,

and love.

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