“OUR HANDS TELL OUR STORY…”

HANDSI attended a wedding recently and when the rings were exchanged I noticed the hands of the bride and groom. It brought to mind how our hands tell our story.

Hands embraced in prayer or clutched in resentment. Cocoon Hands coddling a newborn that change direction to strike a teenager. Hands that protect a toddler or hands that smack. Hands that caress the face of a beloved or hit when aggravated. A Handclasp of commitment that was or was not honored. Idle aged Hands unoccupied by touch. Hands eroded by toil. Gun-in-Hands used in sport or war or unlawful death. For all kinds of reasons: Politician Handshakes. Homeless that chronicle Hands living without a roof over their head. The doctor and nurse Hands who save; or touch our shoulder with empathy. Hands: our military and law enforcement and firefighters and our sisters and brothers that like us, have hands that tell their story.

I no longer think how different we humankind are on Our Earth. How our hands tell our story may be different in language and culture but not in emotion.