I Watched Their Hands

I watched their hands when they weren't looking. I saw their veins and fingers fumble and their glorious ferocity, and their confidence. I saw as their hands touched me--my arms, my thighs, My hand. They were so wise. And I couldn't believe that those hands, with so much gentleness and care, were touching Me. I raced within myself and my breath caught between my teeth. Without them knowing. I was so grateful... The way their pretty hands touched my heart. The way their attention changed my life.


Erika L. Ganier